Assassin's Creed 4 Black Flag adalah game PC terkeren bagi saya. Saya suka lagunya yang biasa disebut Shanty / Shanties / Chanty. Saya ingin berbagi Liriknya.
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1. Billy Riley
Old Billy Riley was a dancing master.
Old Billy Riley, oh. Old Billy Riley!
Old Billy Riley's master of a drogher.
Old Billy Riley, oh. Old Billy Riley!
Master of a drogher bound for Antigua.
Old Billy Riley, oh. Old Billy Riley!
Old Billy Riley has a nice young daughter.
Old Billy Riley, oh. Old Billy Riley!
Oh Missy Riley, little Missy Riley.
Old Billy Riley, oh. Old Billy Riley!
Had a pretty daughter, but we cant get at her.
Old Billy Riley, oh, Old Billy Riley!
Screw her up and away we go, boys.
Old Billy Riley, oh, Old Billy Riley!
One more pull and then belay, boys
Old Billy Riley, oh, Old Billy Riley!
2. Bully In The Alley
So help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley
Way, hey, bully in the alley
So help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley
Bully down in Shinbone Al
Oh, Sally is the girl down in our alley
Now, Sally is the gal that I spliced nearly
So help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley
So help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley
I'll leave my Sal to go a-sailin'
I'll leave my gal and go a-whalin'
So help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley
So help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley
3. Derby Ram
As I was going to Derby, 'twas on a market day,
I met the finest ram, sirs, that ever was fed upon hay.
That's a lie, that's a lie
That's a lie, a lie, a lie!
This ram and I got drunk, sir, as drunk as drunk could be.
And when we sobered up, sir, we were far away out on the sea.
That's a lie, that's a lie
That's a lie, a lie, a lie!
This wonderful old ram, sir, was playful as a kid; He swallowed the captain's spyglass along with the bo'sun's fid.
That's a lie, that's a lie
That's a lie, a lie, a lie!
One morning on the poop, sir, afore eight bells was struck,
He climbed up to the sky's I yard an' sat down on the truck.
That's a lie, that's a lie
That's a lie, a lie, a lie!
This wonnerful ol' ram, sir, he tried a silly trick, He tried to jump a five-barred fence an landed in a rick.
That's a lie, that's a lie
That's a lie, a lie, a lie!
This wonnerful ol'ram, sir, it grew two horns of brass, One grew out o' his shoulder blade, t'other turned into a mast .
That's a lie, that's a lie
That's a lie, a lie, a lie!
An' when this ram was killed, sir, the butcher was covered in blood,
Five and twenty butcher boys was carried away the flood.
That's a lie, that's a lie
That's a lie, a lie, a lie!
An' when this ram was z dead, sir, they buried it in St Joan's,
It tool ten men an' an elephant to carry one of it's bones.
That's a lie, that's a lie
That's a lie, a lie, a lie!
4. Running Down To Cuba
Running down to Cuba with a toad of sugar,
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Make her run you, lime juice squeezes,
Running down to Cuba.
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Running down to Cuba
O, I got a sister, she's nine feet tall,
Weiqh, me bovs, to Cuba!
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall.
Running down to Cuba.
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Running down to Cuba
The captain he will trim the sails,
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Winging the water over the rails,
Running down to Cuba.
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Running down to Cuba
Give me a gal can dance Fadango,
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Round as a melon and sweet as a mango,
Running down to Cuba.
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Running down to Cuba
Load this sugar and home-ward go,
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Mister mate, he told me so,
Running down to Cuba.
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Running down to Cuba
5. Spanish Ladies
Farewell and adieu to you, my fair Spanish ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you, you ladies of Spain,
For we've received orders for to sail to old England;
But we hope very soon we shall see you again.
Well rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
Then we hove our ship to with the wind at sou'-west, my boys,
We hove our ship to our soundings for to see;
So we rounded and sounded, and got forty-five fathoms,
We squared our mainyard, up channel steered we.
Well rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
Now the first land we made it is called the Deadman,
Then Ram Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland, and Wight;
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness,
Until we came abreast of the South Foreland Light.
Well rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
Then the signal was made for the grand fleet for to anchor,
All in the Downs that night for to meet;
Then it's stand by your stoppers, let go your shank painters,
Haul all your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets.
Well rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
Now let every man toss of a full bumper,
And let every man toss off a full bowl;
And we'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy,
Singing, here's a good health to all true-hearted souls.
Well rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
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