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Often requested but not so often known, this lovely example of raw ribaldry has been cited by some musicologists as dating to the late 19th century in the form entitled “Abram Brown” or “Abraham Brown”.\u00a0 By the 1920s is appears in print as “Bolakee Bill the Sailor” and it’s variant “Bollocky Bill.\u00a0 It is a sailor’s forebitter – not<\/em> a chantey – sung for the amusement of those around the singer, and has as many variations as there are presenters of the ditty!\u00a0 Cleaned up versions have been recorded and even Popeye & Olive sing a version in 1935.\u00a0 At one point at least the melody was as commonly familiar as “Drunken Sailor<\/a>” and the tune “Sailor’s Hornpipe” remains today. \u00a0It is sing as a conversation between the “fair young maiden” and the sailor… I suspect that you can easily tell which is which from verse to verse; the maiden part is sung gently while the sailor part is rousing and coarsely sung.<\/p>\n

Jos. Morneault<\/p>\n

Louis Jordan lyrics<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Who’s that knocking at my door?
\nWho’s that knocking at my door?
\nWho’s that knocking at my door?
\nSaid the fair young maiden<\/p>\n

Well, it’s only me from over the sea
\nSaid Barnacle Bill the Sailor
\nI’m all lit up like a Christmas tree
\nSaid Barnacle Bill the Sailor
\nI’ll sail the sea until I croak
\nDrink my whiskey, swear, and smoke
\nBut I can’t swim a bloody stroke
\nSaid Barnacle Bill the Sailor<\/p>\n

Tell me when we soon shall wed
\nTell me when we soon shall wed
\nTell me when we soon shall wed
\nSaid the fair young maiden<\/p>\n

Uh-oh
\nI got me a wife in every port
\nSaid Barnacle Bill the Sailor
\nThe handsome gals is what I court
\nSaid Barnacle Bill the Sailor
\nWith my false heart and flattering tongue
\nI courts ’em all both old and young
\nI courts ’em all, but marries none
\nSaid Barnacle Bill the Sailor<\/p>\n

So good-bye
\nGood-bye
\nSo long, toots
\nI’ll see you again<\/p>\n

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More commonly utilized lyrics (an example of many variations) and NOT for the impressionable among us – warning<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Who’s that knocking at my door?
\nWho’s that knocking at my door?
\nWho’s that knocking at my door?
\nsaid the fair young maiden<\/p>\n

Well<\/p>\n

Open the door ya fuckin’ whore
\nsaid Barnacle Bill the sailor
\nOpen the door ya fuckin’ whore
\nsaid Barnacle Bill the sailor<\/p>\n

Shall we go to the dance?
\nShall we go to the dance?
\nShall we go to the dance?
\nsaid the fair young maiden<\/p>\n

Well<\/p>\n

To hell with the dance and down with your pants
\nsaid Barnacle Bill the sailor
\nTo hell with the dance and down with your pants
\nsaid Barnacle Bill the sailor<\/p>\n

What’s that thing between your legs?
\nWhat’s that thing between your legs?
\nWhat’s that thing between your legs?
\nsaid the fair young maiden<\/p>\n

Well<\/p>\n

It’s only me pole to stick up your hole
\nsaid Barnacle Bill the sailor
\nIt’s only me pole to stick up your hole
\nsaid Barnacle Bill the sailor<\/p>\n

What’s that stuff around your pole?
\nWhat’s that stuff around your pole?
\nWhat’s that stuff around your pole?
\nsaid the fair young maiden<\/p>\n

Well<\/p>\n

It’s only me grass to tickle your ass
\nsaid Barnacle Bill the sailor
\nIt’s only me grass to tickle your ass
\nsaid Barnacle Bill the sailor<\/p>\n

What’s that dripping down your leg?
\nWhat’s that dripping down your leg?
\nWhat’s that dripping down your leg?
\nsaid the fair young maiden<\/p>\n

Well<\/p>\n

It’s only a shot that missed your twat
\nsaid Barnacle Bill the sailor
\nIt’s only a shot that missed your twat
\nsaid Barnacle Bill the sailor<\/p>\n

What if we should have a boy?
\nWhat if we should have a boy?
\nWhat if we should have a boy?
\nsaid the fair young maiden<\/p>\n

Well<\/p>\n

He’ll go to sea and f**k like me
\nsaid Barnacle Bill the sailor
\nHe’ll go to sea and f**k like me
\nsaid Barnacle Bill the sailor<\/p>\n

What if we should have a girl…<\/p>\n

Well we’ll dig a ditch and bury the bitch
\nsaid Barnacle Bill the sailor
\nWe’ll dig a ditch and bury the bitch
\nsaid Barnacle Bill the sailor<\/p>\n

What if Ma and Pa should come home early?
\nWhat if Ma and Pa should come home early?
\nWhat if Ma and Pa should come home early?
\n(and find us screwing our brains out on the living room floor)
\nsaid the fair young maiden<\/p>\n

Well<\/p>\n

I’ll f**k your Ma and blow your Pa
\nsaid Barnacle Bill the sailor
\nI’ll f**k your Ma and blow your Pa
\nsaid Barnacle Bill the sailor<\/p>\n