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Pound A Week Rise
04:27
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The A & E Tunes
03:44
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Farewell to Erin
03:19
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Like A Hobo
03:07
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Superfly
03:41
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Alexander The Great
03:11
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It was a rainy afternoon, Alexander found his way
Upon the crew of a square-rigged ship, that was anchored in the bay
He had spent many an evening, dreaming of the sea
A life of glory and plunder, a life he could live free
He stepped a foot aboard The Fox, to live the life he’d dreamed
His cutlass skills could not be matched by any colonial fiend
With a better beard than Edward Teach, and a shot that was dead straight
He very quickly earned the name Alexander the Great
Chorus
Alex was a wicked man, feared across the sea
But if you’re holding a hand grenade, stick to drinking tea
He knew the dangers he would face, the scurvy, sword and shot
But he never knew his death would come from the perils of being bored
For a sailor stuck beneath the deck can’t do much for fun
But surround themselves in liquor and drown themselves in rum
After many a glass of rum, to pass the dragging time
The crew decided they would act a trial for Alex’s crimes
The men found Alex guilty and although it was in jest
The punishment for piracy was to hang from the neck till death
Alex in his drunken state didn’t know this was not true
He turned to one of his crew mates and ran the bastard through
He pulled the pin off a hand grenade and threw it at the judge
He relieved his neighbour of his arm with one near perfect cut
Chorus
Alex was put on trial for real and he was found guilty
To throw a grenade at the captain looks a lot like mutiny
Alex was hung from the mizzenmast as punishment for his crimes
Boredom killed that foolish man, long before his time
Chorus
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W.S.W.D.W.A.D.J.N.L.
03:28
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What shall we do with the drunken sailor, early in the morning?
Hooray and up she rises, early in the morning
Buy a round of drinks til he's hung over, early in the morning.
Hooray and up she rises, early in the morning
Cook him eggs and bacon 'til he's sober, early in the morning.
My son John was tall and slim, and he had a leg for every limb.
But now he's got no legs at all 'cause they were both shot away by a cannon ball.
Do rum rye and a bottle diddle di and a whack for ma diddle up a do rum rye.
Were you drunk, or were you blind, to leave your two fine legs behind,
Or was it walking upon the sea that took your legs from the ground to the knee?
Do rum rye and a bottle diddle di and a whack for ma diddle up a do rum rye.
I wasn't drunk, I wasn't blind to leave my two fine legs behind.
It was a cannon ball on the 5th of May that took my two fine legs away.
Do rum rye and a bottle diddle di and a whack for ma diddle up a do rum rye.
Captain dear how have you been, tell me man what have you seen?
Heard any news of my son John, is he alive or is he gone?
Do rum rye and a bottle diddle di and a whack for ma diddle up a do rum rye.
My son John was tall and slim, and he had a leg for every limb.
But now he's got no legs at all 'cause you can't win a race with a cannon ball.
Do rum rye and a bottle diddle di and a whack for ma diddle up a do rum rye.
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Monkey See Monkey Do Southampton, UK
Monkey See Monkey Do met in Southampton's bustling folk scene, where Aaron and Sam grew up and Helen and Matt
didn't.
Combining vocals with fiddle, guitar, bodhran, clarinet and the occasional squeeze of melodeon, Monkey See Monkey Do take traditional and modern material and make it their own, drawing on a wealth of folk traditions and influences.
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