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GOOD-BYE! Good-bye to Dirty Kate's saloon – Walk 'er round! As we slither past the last sand dune – Walk 'er round! We're outward bound! Good-bye to all our friends in town – Walk 'er round! Our friends – while we had half a crown – Walk 'er round! We're outward bound! Good-bye to the rum that scrapes like wire – Walk 'er round! And whiskey with its claws of fire – Walk 'er round! We're outward bound! Good-bye to the gravestones on the hill – Walk 'er round! Above the town where we got our fill – Walk 'er round! We're outward bound! Our fill of the kind that cry "Give, give!" – Walk 'er round! Of the people that say "We've got to live!" – Walk 'er round! We're outward bound! Good-bye, till we come to get trimmed again – Walk 'er round! For it's always the way with sailormen – Walk 'er round! We're outward bound! For there's something about this going to sea – Walk 'er round! That makes a fellow big and free – Walk 'er round! We're outward bound! So lean on your bars and walk 'er round – Walk 'er round! There's a good stiff wind, and we're outward bound! . . . Thank God, boys, we're outward bound! – Walk 'er round! We're outward bound! (a chantey to be sung at the capstan) I believe this poem has some potential for folk-processing into a traditional style sea song. I'm not sure about a tune yet. Any suggestions? (From CHANTEYS AND BALLADS, by Harry Kemp, published by Brentano's, New York, US, © 1920, pp. 32-33.) filename[ GOODBYE CN Feb07  8note Sheet |
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