OUTWARD BOUND

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Jeff Logan
Portland, Maine

Well, we've painted the Ratcliff Highway red
To the tune of twelvemonth's pay
We've cruised around from the Ship Aground
To the shores of Tiger Bay;
We've stood our pals and we've kissed the gals
For a fortnight and a day,
Now we're outward bound from Sailortown,
And it's time we're on our way!

For there's something wrong with the dance and song,
And there ain't no bite in beer
So let's set sail for New South Wales,
Any port, long's it's not here;
Baltic way, down the Bay,
Up the China Seas;
Pensacola, Palembang,
Anywhere you please.

You can get your sea-chest out of pawn,
Or leave it where it lies
You can pay your shot, or maybe not,
You can kiss your gal good-bye;
With a "Now, me Dear, be of good cheer,
We'll see you next pay day,"
Well, we're outward bound from Sailortown,
And it's time we're on our way!

Now we'll warp her out with a song or shout,
And give the tug a cheer
Then it's off we go to Callao,
Any port, long's it's not here;
Baltic way, down the Bay,
Up the China Seas;
Pensacola, Palembang,
Anywhere you please.

Baltic way, down the Bay,
Up the China Seas;
Pensacola, Palembang,
Anywhere you please.

(Poem by C. Fox Smith, FULL SAIL, pp. 69-71 1926
Adapted and musically arranged by Charlie Ipcar 2004
Tune after traditional "Blow the Candles Out")

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