| A RIPPING TRIP (Printible) Comments below! Air: Pop goes the Weasel You go a-board of a leaky boat, and sail for San Francisco; You've got to pump to keep her a-float, you have that, by jingo! The engine soon begins to squeak, but nary a thing to oil her, Impossible to stop the leak--Rip! goes the Boiler! The Captain on the promenade, looking very savage: Steward and the cabin maid fighting 'bout a cabbage. All about the cabin floor, passengers like sea-sick, Steamers bound to go ashore--Rip! goes the Physic! Pork and Beans they can't afford to second cabin passengers, The cook has tumbled overboard with forty pounds of "sassanges!" The engineer, a little tight, braggin' on the Mail line, Finally gets into a fight--Rip! goes the En-gyne! The cholera begins to rage, a few have got the scurvy: Chickens dying of old age, steerage topsy-turvy. When you get to Panama you'll be wantin' shoreleave, Officers begin to Jaw--Rip! goes the Whoreleave! Back home you'll tell an awful tale and always will be thinkin' How long you had to pump and bail to keep the tub from sinkin'! Of course, you'll take a glass of gin, 'twill make you feel so funny. Some city sharp will rope you in--Rip! goes the Money! |
| A RIPPING TRIP A curious mid 19th Century steam-sailor's song. (Air: English Country Dance tune now known as "Pop Goes the Weasel") Said to be heard in the Fo'c'sle on route to (or more likely from) California and Gold! At least it helps to prove that us pirates had a much better plan for gettin' hold o' the yellow stuff! Or, for gettin' the yellow stuff in the Hold, for that matter! (See what typin' this silliness can do?) This song has one advantage. Everyone knows the tune right off. It's a good group sing! It was done by Burl Ives, who didn't do much, as far as we recall, about Pirates. Shame if true! Hummm. Time for a rewrite? Anyone game? Naw. Not us. Just too silly. So why is it here? We're not sure. Been at sea too long? Definitely not in our book or planned for our CDs! And we really (pirate's honor) did not write or adapt it. Perhaps it's here as our personal PUBLIC DISSERVICE of the year. |
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