Old Barnaby

(Verse 1)
I stumbled off the jetty with a bottle in my hand,
The foulest-smelling sailor to ever walk the land!
I found a tavern beauty with a rolling, wicked eye,
She promised me her favors till the keg was running dry!
(Chorus)
I never seen the like since I was born,
A big buck Chinaman with his sea-boots on!
I kissed on my lass and I gave her me poke,
Til she ran off with Barnaby, that ugly drunken bloke!
(Verse 2)
The Gunner’s got a wooden leg and Barnaby’s got none,
But he’s got a way with ladies when the drinking has begun!
I turned to grab a refill and I turned to pay the score,
And found them both a-knocking knees behind the cellar door!
(Chorus)
I never seen the like since I was born,
A big buck Chinaman with his sea-boots on!
I kissed on my lass and I gave her me poke,
Til she ran off with Barnaby, that ugly drunken bloke!
(Verse 3)
Old Barnaby’s a scoundrel with a face like rotting bait,
He smells of salted herring and he’s always coming late!
But the lassie didn't mind it when he offered her a dram,
She traded in my diamond for a slice of Barnaby’s ham!
(Chorus)
I never seen the like since I was born,
A big buck Chinaman with his sea-boots on!
I kissed on my lass and I gave her me poke,
Til she ran off with Barnaby, that ugly drunken bloke!
(Verse 4)
I chased 'em through the market and I chased 'em through the square,
I found 'em in a haystack with some chickens in their hair!
She yelled, "He’s got a bigger ship and better-fitting sails!"
While Barnaby just cackled like a bucket full of snails!
(Chorus)
I never seen the like since I was born,
A big buck Chinaman with his sea-boots on!
I kissed on my lass and I gave her me poke,
Til she ran off with Barnaby, that ugly drunken bloke!
(Verse 5)
Now Barnaby is laughing with my silver in his fist,
While I’m left with a headache and a girl I never kissed!
I’ll find him in the scuppers or I’ll find him in the hold,
And kick his hairy backside till his ancestors grow cold!
(Chorus)
I never seen the like since I was born,
A big buck Chinaman with his sea-boots on!
I kissed on my lass and I gave her me poke,
Til she ran off with Barnaby, that ugly drunken bloke

Rowdy nautical folk. Stomping boots, clinking mugs, accordion, and a rough, tavern-style group vocal melody