Interesting Facts about the Old Swansea Town Once More ( A )
“Old Swansea Town Once More ( A )” – the famous Welsh Capstan song. Mr. Sullivan of Cardiff wrote and said to Stan Hugill that the song was always sung as the homeward bound in the little Welsh barques engaged in the Copper Ore Trade of the seventies and eighties years of the nineteenth century. Stan Hugill also informs us that Scottish and Irish versions of this song exist too.
The song will be reconstructed by myself as the capstan shanty (used at the Halyard winch).
The source of the Old Swansea Town Once More ( A )
The music: “Shanties from the Seven Seas” by Stan Hugill (1st ed p 431).
The lyrics: “Shanties from the Seven Seas” by Stan Hugill (1st ed p 431, 432).
The Record of this sea shanty
You also can find this record on my YouTube channel here or directly listen below. Additionally, if you want to share your opinion about the record or share your opinion you can do it in my Facebook forum here, or leave a comment at the bottom of this blog article.
The musical notation
The full lyrics
Old Swansea Town Once More ( A )
Oh, the Lord made the bees, an’ the bees did make the honney,
But the Divil send the woman for to robus of our money,
On’ around Cape Horn will go!
An’ when me mony’s all spent ol’ gal,
We’ll go’ round Cape Horn for more, ol’ gal, ol’ gal!
– You’re the one I do adore,
– An’ all I’m livin’ in hopes to see,
– Is ol’ Swansea Town once more, ol’ gal, ol’ gal!
– You’re the one I do adore,
– So take me ropes an’ make me fast,
– In ol’ Swansea Town once more!
* 2 *
Now we’re outward bound around Cape Horn,
to Frisco an’ around,
I’ll send you letters when we get there,
an’ you’ll Know I’m homeward bound, old gal, old gal!
* 3 *
Now when we’re homeward bound, my dear,
I’ll bring you silks galore,
I’ll bring you jewels an’ rings an’ things,
An’ ye won’t wear the weeds no more, old gal, old gal!
* 4 *
Now when we’re leavin’ ‘Frisco Town,
Outside of the Golden Gate,
I’ll write my last letter to you, me dear,
Then ye won’t have so long to wait, old gal, old gal!
* 5 *
An’ when we’re leavin’ the old Fallerones,
Bound for my ol’ Swansea,
I know ye’ll pull, gal, on the string,
For to haul me in from sea, old gal, old gal!
* 6 *
An’ then when we’ve rounded old Cape Horn,
Climbin’ the hill for home,
Passed the Western Islands into the Bay,
We’ll have no further for to roam, old gal, old gal!
* 7 *
An’ then when we up Channel to sail,
I’ll pray that you’ll be there,
To wait, me dear, on Swansea pier,
My lovely presents for to share, old gal, old gal!
* 8 *
When Swansea Town we’re off once more,
We’ll see the lights so clear,
I know that’s Megan down on the pier,
In her dimity apron dear, old gal, old gal!
