We're All Ship Shape

We’re all ship-shape, now raise that anchor,

Sing out loud and blow that horn

Shiver me timbers and a bottle of rum,

We’re gonna dance and sing ‘till the early morn   (Twice to begin)

Well my honey he’s off to sea, That rowdy old tar he’s on his way

With his fiddle an’ squeezebox on his knee,  He’ll have ‘em all dancin’ till the break of day

He ain’t got no reservations, He plays them blues on the salty brine

He loves a bit of syncopation,   ‘Cos he ain’t the type to toe the line 

CHORUS

The crew they love to sing and shuffle   While they’re workin’ down below

They like to make a big kerfuffle, An’ strut around from stern to bow

They’re a rowdy bunch of fellas,  They love the life of a sailorman

Where they sail no one can tell us,   But someday soon they’ll reach the land

  CHORUS

Out on the brine, all hands on deck, those sailors toil in the wind and rain

They man the pumps an’ haul the ropes, an’ trim the sails, then start again

They batten down the hatches an’ weather the storm, then stop to sup a pint or two

Then it’s back to work ON the main deck while they’ll steer that ship to Timbuktu.      

CHORUS

Now my shanty it is over and my salty dog he’s heading home

He scrubbed that boat from port to starboard an’ he weighed that anchor in the morning sun

He’s at the helm, my old Jack Tar, all ready for to heave away

They’ll all come home three sheets to the wind, an’ we’ll all drink rum till the break of day.

                  CHORUS -   LAST LINE x 3 times, slow at end.