Pump Her Dry (https://open.spotify.com/track/4QUbZKRxO28gZCdWvoUn4S)
Said to have been written by Tony Goodenough, formerly of London's Shanty Crew. Written in true chantey style and spliced with double entendre, the American Johnson Girls eagerly embraced and recorded it. A pumping chantey could go on for hours until the bilge water was pumped out of the ship.
Pump Her Dry
Could be called an English Rose
What would you think when I propose
The pox she gave to me a dose.
Pump me boys, pump her dry
Down to hell and up to the sky
Bend your back and break your bones
We're just a thousand miles from home.
This rose well she did prick me sore
I never felt so bad before
Thanks to the girl i did adore
I thought I'd never pump no more.
I called the doctor right away
To find out what he had to say
That's two pound ten get on your way
I'm sure this girl is in his pay.
They say life has its ups and downs
That really now is quite profound
I'd like to push the capstan round
But its pump me boys before we drown.
The ocean we all do adore
So come on boys let's pump some more
Don't worry if your stiff and sore
I'm sure we've pumped this bit before.
Sometimes when I am in me bed
And thinking of me day ahead
I wish that I could wake up dead
But pumpin's all I get instead.
Yes, how I wish that I could die
The swine who built this tub to find
I'd bring him back from where he fries
And pump him till the beggar's dry.
If Noah used him for his ark
Now wouldn't that have been a lark
From rising sun till getting dark
The animals all hard at work.
There's so much water down below
Just how it got there I don't know
The old man says let's roll and go
But I think we're bound for Davey Jones.