The corsair "the Great Runner"
is an ill-fated ship
when she sets sail
to have at the Englishmen
fortunes of wind, sea and war
turn against the French
[come on lads, heartily]
She set forth from Lorient
with a fair sea and wind
she sailed swiftly on a port tack
gliding like a fish
a squall falls on her rigging
and soon the corsair is dismasted
[come on lads, heartily]
To end this dire fate
we crawl to the harbour and sink
Amid this dire misery
as every soul saw its doom
each one tried to escape
the best he could
[come on lads, heartily]
Our prizes after six months
amounted to three:
a more than half-sunk ship
full of potatoes,
another full of old shoes
and the last full of manure
[come on lads, heartily]
If the tale of the Great Runner
managed to move your heart,
be a gent then
and pay us plenty
Some wine, hooch1 and beer
will make us all happy.
[come on lads, heartily]
one, two, three2
Some wine, hooch and beer
will make us all happy.
[come on lads, heartily]
Some wine, hooch and beer
will make us all happy.
Some wine, hooch and beer
will make us all happy.
Some wine, hooch and beer
will make us all happy.
[come on lads, heartily]
[come on lads, heartily]
1. "rack" seems to be some kind of rice or palm brandy2. in Russian, for some reason...