Interesting Facts about the Were All Bound To Go – Davis And Tozer
“Were All Bound To Go – Davis And Tozer” – one of the mentioned versions of the “Heave Away Me Johnnies” shanty, in Stan Hugill’s book “Shanties from the Seven Seas” on page 308. The Ferris and Tozer book song is in chapter “Anchor Songs” on pages 8 and 9. Following Davis and Tozer this song will be reconstructed as the anchor capstan shanty.
The source of this sea shanty
The music: “Sailors’ songs or “Chanties” by Frederick J Davis and Ferris Tozer (1st Edition) – (1886).
The lyrics: “Sailors’ songs or “Chanties” by Frederick J Davis and Ferris Tozer (1st Edition) – (1886).
Mentioned in: “Shanties from the Seven Seas” by Stan Hugill (1st ed: p 308).
The Record of the Were All Bound To Go – Davis And Tozer
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The musical notation
The full lyrics
Were All Bound To Go – Davis And Tozer
As I was walking out one day,
Down by the Albert docks,
I saw the charming maids so gay,
A coming down in flocks,
– Heave away, my jolly boys,
– We’re all bound to go.
* 2 *
There was fair Poll and saucy Sue,
And merry laughing May,
And Sal and Ann, and Bessie true,
Dressed out in bunting gay.
* 3 *
They all were there to see a ship
Of note and noble fame,
That was about to make a trip,
The “Bengal” was her name.
* 4 *
The day was fine when she set sail,
The wind was blowing free;
But it had freshened to a gale,
Ere we were fair at sea.
* 5 *
We snugged her down and laid her to,
With reef’d main-topsail set;
“It was no joke,” I say to you,
Our bunks and clothes were wet.
* 6 *
The gale in fury had increased
Ere night was fairly come;
And ev’ry lubber never ceased
To wish himself at home.
* 7 *
It clear’d off fine at break of day,
The sails were set again;
The “Bengal” speed like life away
Across the raging main.
* 8 *
So gaily let your voices ring,
My Johnnies heave away.
We’re bound to go, so better sing
Than pipe your tears away.