Run with the Bull-Jine

Verse 1
Oh, the pump is iron and the water is cold,
And there’s ten feet of it down in the hold.
The captain is pacing the quarterdeck high,
While we’re in the waist, boys, a-pumping her dry!
Chorus
Run with the bull-jine, run, boys, run!
We’re bound for the morning sun!
With a heave and a ho, and away we go,
Run with the bull-jine, run!
Verse 2
I thought I heard the first mate say,
“We’ll pump her dry by the break of day!”
But the clouds are a-gathering, the wind’s in the North,
And the white-crested rollers are foaming with froth.
Chorus
Run with the bull-jine, run, boys, run!
We’re bound for the morning sun!
With a heave and a ho, and away we go,
Run with the bull-jine, run!
Verse 3
Now the cook’s in the galley, a-mixing the duff,
But for hungry sailors there’s never enough.
The salt beef is woody, the biscuits are hard,
But we’ll haul on the halyards and swing out the yard.
Chorus
Run with the bull-jine, run, boys, run!
We’re bound for the morning sun!
With a heave and a ho, and away we go,
Run with the bull-jine, run!
Verse 4
So bend your backs and use your might,
We’ll keep her floating through the night.
And when we get home to the London docks,
We’ll spend all our silver and sell our old socks!
Chorus
Run with the bull-jine, run, boys, run!
We’re bound for the morning sun!
With a heave and a ho, and away we go,
Run with the bull-jine, run!
Verse 5
Then it’s "Goodbye" to the ocean and "Goodbye" to the gale,
We’ll lower the anchor and furle up the sail.
A health to the lasses on the bright sandy shore,
And we’ll go a-roving on the ocean no more!
Final Chorus
Run with the bull-jine, run, boys, run!
We’re bound for the morning sun!
With a heave and a ho, and away we go,
Run with the bull-jine, run

Upbeat maritime shanty, rowdy male group vocals, rhythmic foot stomps and beer-clinking percussion, accordion and fiddle