Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the mornin' What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? Early in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the mornin' Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Early in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the mornin' We'll put him in a long boat 'til he's sober Put him in a long boat 'til he's sober Put him in a long boat 'til he's sober Early in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the mornin' Stick him in the scupper with a hosepipe on him Stick him in the scupper with a hosepipe on him Stick him in the scupper with a hosepipe on him Early in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the mornin' Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter Early in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the mornin' That's what we do with a drunken sailor That's what we do with a drunken sailor That's what we do with a drunken sailor Early in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the mornin' Good night, safe home (thank you) Thank you Good night and good luck, thank you

Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds. You'd think she was queen of the land, And her hair hung over her shoulders, Tied up with a black velvet band. In a neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was bound. And many an hour of sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town. But bad misfortune came o'er me, and caused me to stray from the land Far away from my friends and relations. They follow the black velvet band. Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds. You'd think she was queen of the land, And her hair hung over her shoulders, Tied up with a black velvet band. Well, I went out strolling one evening, not meaning to go very far, When I met with a frolicksome damsel. She was selling her trade in the bar. A watch she took from a customer, and slipped it right into my hand. Then the law came and put me in prison. Bad luck to her black velvet band! Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds. You'd think she was queen of the land, And her hair hung over her shoulders, Tied up with a black velvet band. Next morning, before judge and jury, for trial I had to appear. And the judge, he said "my young fellow, the case against you is quite clear. And seven long years is your sentence. You're going to Van Diemen's Land, Far away from your friends and relations. They follow the black velvet band." Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds. You'd think she was queen of the land, And her hair hung over her shoulders, Tied up with a black velvet band. Now, come all ye jolly young fellows, I'll have you take warning by me. And whenever you're out on the liquor, my lads, beware of the pretty colleens. For they'll fill you with whiskey and porter, til you are not able to stand. And the very next thing that you know, my lads, you've landed in Van Diemen's Land. Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds. You'd think she was queen of the land, And her hair hung over her shoulders, Tied up with a black velvet band

Come in, come in I'll do the best I can Come in, come in bring your whole bloody clan Take it slow and easy and I'll shake you by the hand Sit you down I'll treat you decent, I'm an Irishman I've traveled East, I've traveled West, I've roamed from town to town I've cut the harvest down in Clare, met people of renown Where ever I went the welcome mat was always waiting me' So fill your glass along with us and old Ireland free Come in, come in I'll do the best I can Come in, come in bring your whole bloody clan Take it slow and easy and I'll shake you by the hand Sit you down I'll treat you decent, I'm an Irishman When I am gone some other place and my memories going dim Raise your glass and join the toast, invite the colleens in Then think about the good old times and you'll remember me When good old songs were roaring out and the porter flowing free Come in, come in I'll do the best I can Come in, come in bring your whole bloody clan Take it slow and easy and I'll shake you by the hand Sit you down I'll treat you decent, I'm an Irishman Come in, come in I'll do the best I can Come in, come in bring your whole bloody clan Take it slow and easy and I'll shake you by the hand Sit you down I'll treat you decent, I'm an Irishman

Her eyes they shown like the diamonds you'd think she Was queen of the land and her hair fell over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band. In a neat little town they called Belfast Apprentice to trade I was bound, And many an hour sweet happiness I spent in that neat Little town. Till bad misfortune came o'er me that Caused me to stray from the land far away from me friends And relations did follow the black velvet band. Her eyes they shown like the diamonds you'd think she Was queen of the land and her hair fell over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band. Well I went out strolling one evening, Not meanin to go very far when I met with a fickle Young damsel she was sellin her trade in the bar. When I watched she took from a customer she slipped It right into my hand then the law came and put me In prison bad luck to her black velvet band. Her eyes they shown like the diamonds you'd think she Was queen of the land and her hair fell over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band. Next morning before judge and jury for trial I had To appear and the judge he says me young fellow the Case against you is quite clear and sever long years Is your sentence your goin to vandyman's land far away From your friends and relations did follow the black velvet band. Her eyes they shown like the diamonds you'd think she Was queen of the land and her hair fell over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band. So come all ye jolly young fellows I'll have you take Warnin by me and when ever your out on the liquor me Lads beware of the pretty colleens for they'll fill You with whisky and porter till you are not able to Stand and the very next thing that you know me lads You've landed in vandyman's land. Her eyes they shown like the diamonds you'd think she Was queen of the land and her hair fell over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band. Her eyes they shown like the diamonds you'd think she Was queen of the land and her hair fell over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band.

What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning! Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning! Put him in a long boat till his sober Put him in a long boat till his sober Put him in a long boat till his sober Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning! Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning! Put him in the bed with the captains daughter Put him in the bed with the captains daughter Put him in the bed with the captains daughter Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning! Thats what we do with a drunken sailor Thats what we do with a drunken sailor Thats what we do with a drunken sailor Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning!

I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the Belle of Belfast City She is a courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me, who is she? Albert Mooney says he loves her All the boys are after her Rap at the door and ring on the bell Oh, my true love, are you well? Out she comes as white as snow Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes Wee Jenny Murray said she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the Belle of Belfast City She is a courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me, who is she? A-skipping she's the best of all She never slips, she never falls Double Dutch or Heel and Toe She's the one that steals the show When they all come out to play She's the one that leads the way And Albert Mooney's always there To see the girl with the golden hair I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the Belle of Belfast City She is a courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me, who is she? Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come tumbling from the sky She's as nice as apple pie And she'll get her own lad by and by When she gets a lad of her own She won't tell her ma when she comes home Let them all come as they well For it's Albert Mooney she loves still I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the Belle of Belfast City She is a courtin', one, two, three Please won't you tell me who is she? I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the Belle of Belfast City She is a courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me, who is she?