Oz Sea Shanty

From Malcom C (with apologies to Banjo) on the eve of Berri’s arrival in Falmouth.

Once two jolly sailors sailed upon the briny sea,
Under the shade of a worn 'n torn sail,
And they drank and they drank as they waited for the Lizard Light,
Toasting Berrimilla with fast dwindling ale.

Sailing Berrimilla, sailing Berrmilla, Who'll come a sailing Berrimilla with us.
And they drank and they drank as they waited for the Lizard Light
Who'll come a sailing Berrimilla with us.

They tapped into the rumcask, for'rd of the dunny space.
Pint after pint they sank at quite a steady pace,
They drank and they drank as they sailed on past the mannacles
Thank god for self steering to get us into port

Sailing, Berrimilla etc

Up rode the customs riding on their zodiac,
On climbed the agents one, two three,
Where's that bloody rumcask you've got in the f'ward hold,
You'll come a sailing to Falmouth, you'll see,

Sailing, Berrimila, Sailing Berrimilla, etc etc

Up jumped the sailors and pissed into the harbour mouth
You'll never take us sober, you'll see.
And they drank and they drank to finish off the contraband,
Up comes their mooring, their last day at sea.

Sailing Berrimilla, Sailing Berrimilla,
We've been a'sailing Berrimilla o'er the sea,
Sydney to Cape Horn, northwards to the polar star.
We've been a'sailing Berrimila at sea.

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