THE DOCKYARD A Chanty

I A ship once came to Plymouth Hoe. (Chorus) Heave away, my bullies. A ship once came to Plymouth Hoe, And they furled her sails in a harbour stow, ’Ere they sent them down and the yards also. (Chorus) Heave away for Plymouth. II They lashed her gear and hove her keel. (Chorus) Heave away, my bullies. They lashed her gear and hove her keel, And scraped and painted her as taut as steel. (Chorus) Heave away for Plymouth. III They eased her up when she was done. (Chorus) Heave away, my bullies. They eased her up when she was done, And they polished her white from truck to gun, Till she shone like glass in the morning sun. (Chorus) Heave away for Plymouth. IV Their paint came from the Dockyard Store. (Chorus) Heave away, my bullies. Their paint came from the Dockyard Store, And they got their whack and they got no more, For that’s the essence of the Navy Law, Your due’s a gallon and you won’t get four, A thing that they can’t understand ashore. (Chorus) Heave away from Plymouth. V And more ships came and did the same. (Chorus) Heave away for Plymouth. And more ships came and did the same, And earned their money at the re-fit game, ‘Survey and Demand’ is its modern name, To which the Navy owes a deal of fame, For the Dock gives life to the ship that’s lame, And fire to the guns which appear so tame, But which belch out Death with a blasting flame, And the Huns may curse but THEY’RE to blame, So (Chorus) Heave away for Plymouth; Heave away, Heave away Heave away for Plymouth.