My husband said it makes him look like a drunken sailor.
I said there's really only the one kind of swabby in the Vol Navy.
What shall we do with the drunken sailor
What shall we do with the drunken sailor
What shall we do with the drunken sailor
Earl-aye in the morning
Strip him down and change his diaper
Strip him down and change his diaper
Strip him down and change his diaper
Earl-aye in the morning
Swab his bottom with warm cotton
Swab his bottom with warm cotton
Swab his bottom with warm cotton
Earl-aye in the morning
Make him Cap'n in the Vol Navy
Make him Cap'n in the Vol Navy
Make him Cap'n in the Vol Navy
Earl-aye in the morning
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;-p
I had that song on a child's record (not your lyrics, obviously) and used to dance to it all the time when I was a wee little girl.
Only thing was it was "seasick sailor"
Ah, the innocence of youth. ;-p
eegads - some of the "treatments" in the song seem more than a bit harsh for a seasick sailor.
He is a doll! Who does he look like? Vol Aunt
Lovely - although, he looks either bored or incredibly bored. :D
needs some vol shades. He's all, "it's so bright out here in the gar-ten."
Some verses are down right pervy. But songs like this will make lil Cletus tough and brawny. Don't want no mama's boy!
Found on the world wide inter-web:
Put him in the longboat ’til he’s sober,
Put him in the longboat and make him bail 'er,
Take 'im and shake 'im, try an' wake 'im,
Trice him up in a runnin' bowline,
Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end,plu
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it,
Pull out the bung and wet him all over,
Put him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him,
Heave him by the leg in a running bowline,
Stick on 'is back a mustard plaster,
Soak 'im in oil 'till he sprouts flippers,
Spray him with whiskey and light him on fire,
Feed him to the sharks til the bones is floatin',
Take him and shake him and try to wake him,
Hang him from the mast as a Jolly Roger,
Give 'im a dose of salt and water,
Hit 'im on the head with a broken hammer,
Hang him from the sails til his eyeballs fall out,
Tie him to the taffrail when she’s yardarm under,
Temperance lectures will never save him,
Give the hair of the dog what bite 'em,
But you ain't SEEN the dog what bite 'em,
Better looking than the Captain's Daughter,
Put him into bed with the captain's daughter,
Give 'im a taste of the captain's daughter [no doubt he got a taste of her, but "captain's daughter" is aka a cat o' nine tails],
You've never seen the captain's daughter,
There she goes, swingin' through the rigging,
Looks just like an orangutan...Earl-eye in the mornin',
Put him in a dress and throw 'im to 'is shipmates,
Slap him around and call him Suzie,
Shave his balls with a rusty razor,
Put a lobster in his britches,
Kick him in the belly 'til he pukes his guts out,
Then catch it in a bucket and make him drink it,
Put him in the back of the paddywagon,
Put him in his bunk with his pants on backwards,
Shave his back and knit a sweater,
Hang him from the yard-arm by his toe nails,
Send him down to Davy Jones’ Locker,
Give him bevvy with a twist of oil,
Turn him over and drive him windward,
Put him in the scuffs until the horse bites on him,
Lock him in a room full of bagpipe music!
Erlye in the morning.
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