Sons of the sea, bobbin’ up and down like this.
Over the ocean, bobbin’ up and down like this.
You can build a ship, my friend, bobbin’ up and down like this.
But you can’t beat the boys of the bulldog breed, bobbin’ up and down like this.
Sons of the sea, hitchin’ up your pants and bobbin’ up and down like this.
Over the ocean, hitchin’ up your pants and bobbin’ up and down like this.
You can build a ship, my friend, hitchin’ up your pants and bobbin’ up and down like this.
But you can’t beat the boys of the bulldog breed, hitchin’ up your pants and bobbin’ up and down like this.
Sons of the sea, climbin’ up the ropes and hitchin’ up your pants and bobbin’ up and down like this.
Over the ocean, climbin’ up the ropes and hitchin’ up your pants and bobbin’ up and down like this.
You can build a ship, my friend, climbin’ up the ropes and hitchin’ up your pants and bobbin’ up and down like this.
But you can’t beat the boys of the bulldog breed, climbin’ up the ropes and hitchin’ up your pants and
Climbin’ up the ropes and hitchin’ up your pants and
Climbin’ up the ropes and hitchin’ up your pants and bobbin’ up and down like this!
Swabbing the deck and …
Rowing the boats and …
Hoisting up the sails and …
Closing up the portholes and…
Hailing the captain and…
So the last verse would be sung:
HAILING the Captain and CLOSING up the portholes and HOISTING up the sails and ROWING the boats and SWABBING the decks and CLIMBING up the ropes and HITCHING up your pants and BOBBING up and down like this!
Actions
Bob, row, hitch up your pants as appropriate:-)
Time: over several meetings
Equipment: Paint brushes; Red, white, black, and blue paint; super glue; decorative rope; spray weather sealant; 15-inch terra-cotta saucer; 10-inch terra-cotta flower pot; 8-inch terra-cotta flower pot; 6-inch terra-cotta flower pot; Solar-powered garden lantern; Small pebbles
Purpose/Topic: Nautical History and Tradition
AoPG: Physical
Instructions can be found here.
Oh, Jackie is a sailor bold,
On a great big ship and a very fine ship,
Oh, Jackie is a sailor bold,
And he spends his life at sea.
Oh, Jackie is a sailor bold,
And he spends his life at sea.
He scrubs the deck to make it clean,
On a great big ship and a very fine ship,
He scrubs the deck to make it clean,
And he spends his life at sea.
Oh, Jackie is a sailor bold,
And he spends his life at sea.
He turns the wheel to keep the course,
On a great big ship and a very fine ship,
He turns the wheel to keep the course,
And he spends his life at sea.
Oh, Jackie is a sailor bold,
And he spends his life at sea.
He pumps out water when it leaks,
On a great big ship and a very fine ship,
He pumps out water when it leaks,
And he spends his life at sea.
Oh, Jackie is a sailor bold,
And he spends his life at sea.
He rows to the shore when the ships in port,
On a great big ship and a very fine ship,
He rows to the shore when the ships in port,
And he spends his life at sea.
Oh, Jackie is a sailor bold,
And he spends his life at sea.
Come all ya young fellers that follow the sea
With a yo-ho, blow the man down
Now just pay attention and listen to me
Give me some time to blow the man down
Aboard the Black Baller I first served my time
With a yo-ho, blow the man down
But on the Black Baller I wasted my time
Give me some time to blow the man down
We’d tinker and tailors and sailors and all
With a yo-ho, blow the man down
That sailed for good seamen aboard the
Black Ball Give me some time to blow the man down
‘Tis larboard and starboard, on deck you will crawl
With a yo-ho, blow the man down
When kicking Jack Williams commands the Black Ball
Give me some time to blow the man down
Now when the Black Baller’s preparin’ for sea
With a yo-ho, blow the man down
You’d bust your sides laughin’ at sights that you see
Give me some time to blow the man down
But when the Black Baller is clear of the land
With a yo-ho, blow the man down
Old kicking Jack Williams gives ev’ry command
Give me some time to blow the man down
Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly
Blow the wind south o’er the bonny blue sea
Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly
Blow, bonny breeze, my lover to me
They told me last night there were ships in the offing
And I hurried down to the deep rolling sea
But my eye could not see it wherever might be it
The bark that is bearing my lover to me
Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly
Blow, bonny breeze o’er the bonny blue sea
Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly
Blow, bonny breeze, and bring him to me
Is it not sweet to hear the breeze singing
As lightly it comes o’er the deep rolling sea
But sweeter and dearer by far when ‘tis bringing
The bark of my true love in safety to me
Come all ye young sailor men, listen to me
I’ll sing you a song of the fish of the sea
Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We’re bound to the south’ard so steady she goes
Oh, first come the whale, the biggest of all
He clumb up a loft and let ev’ry sail fall
Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We’re bound to the south’ard so steady she goes
And next came the mack’rel with his striped back
He hauled aft the sheets and boarded each tack
Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We’re bound to the south’ard so steady she goes
Then come the porpoise with his short snout
He went to the wheel, calling, “Ready, about.”
Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We’re bound to the south’ard so steady she goes
Then come the smelt, the smallest of all
He jumped to the poop, and sung out, “Topsail haul!”
Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We’re bound to the south’ard so steady she goes
The herring come saying, “I’m king of the seas
If you want any wind, why I’ll blow you a breeze.”
Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We’re bound to the south’ard so steady she goes
Time: 15 minutes
Equipment: alfoil; tortilla; cheese/ham/onion/tomato/other savoury fillings; chocolate chips/banana/marshmallow/honey; oven; plate
Purpose/Topic: Nautical history and traditions
AoPG: Physical, Social
Pre-chop/grate all fillings. Tear large squares of alfoil (each one should be a little larger than the tortilla).
Joey Scouts collect a piece of alfoil and a tortilla. They scatter a selection of sweet or savoury ingredients over the tortilla. They fold the tortilla in half with the alfoil around it, and seal it by scrunching the alfoil.
When sealed, place the parcels in the oven to cook. (If you are cooking a large number, you may wish to write the Joey Scouts’ names on the alfoil in sharpie.)
After they have cooked for a short time, remove the parcels from the oven, and place on plates. The Joey Scouts can unwrap their parcel, and eat their Ration Pack.
Time: 10 minutes
Equipment: celery; cream cheese; sultanas; plate; sharp knife; cutting board; butter knife
Purpose/Topic: Nautical History and traditions
AoPG: Physical, Social
Get the Joey Scouts to cut the celery into short lengths (about 5cms). Use the butter knife to fill the celery with cream cheese. Press two or three sultanas into the cream cheese. Place on a plate.
Eat.
Call all hands to raise the anchor
In the wet the sky is clear
and tonight we’ll sail together
For old England home we’ll steer
Rolling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear old England
Rolling home, fair land, to thee
And the waves we leave behind us
Seem to murmur as they go
there’s a hearty welcome waiting
In that land to which we go
Rolling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear old England
Rolling home, fair land, to thee
Then we’ll sing in joyful chorus
Through the watches of the night
till we sight our dear old England
When the dawn brings in the light
Rolling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear old England
Rolling home, fair land, to thee
My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
My breakfast lies over the ocean
My dinner lies over the sea
My stomach is in a commotion
Don’t mention my supper to me
Chorus:
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my bucket to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my bucket to me, to me
I really felt rotten this morning
They tell me I really looked pale
My stomach gave adequate warning
To lean far out over the rail
Chorus:
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my bucket to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my bucket to me, to me
The sound of a stomach in motion
A murmuring noise inside me
I looked down and there on the water
Was breakfast and dinner and tea
Chorus:
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my bucket to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my bucket to me, to me
A Little Blue Book 