THE BALLAD OF THE ‘BOLIVAR’
Seven men from all the world, back to Docks again,
Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain:
Give the girls another drink ’fore we sign away—
We that took the ‘Bolivar’ out across the Bay!
Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain:
Give the girls another drink ’fore we sign away—
We that took the ‘Bolivar’ out across the Bay!
We put out from Sunderland loaded down with rails;
We put back to Sunderland ’cause our cargo shifted;
We put out from Sunderland—met the winter gales—
Seven days and seven nights to the Start we drifted.
We put back to Sunderland ’cause our cargo shifted;
We put out from Sunderland—met the winter gales—
Seven days and seven nights to the Start we drifted.
Racketing her rivets loose, smoke-stack white as snow,
All the coals adrift a deck, half the rails below
All the coals adrift a deck, half the rails below
