The Dogger Bank


Sailing over the Dogger Bank, wasn't it a treat?
The wind a-blowing 'bout east-nor'east, so we had to give her sheet;
You ought to see us rally, The wind a-blowing free,
On passage from the Dogger Bank to Great Grimsby.

So watch her, trigger, the proper ju-ber-ju,
Give her sheet and let her rip, We're the boys to pull her through,
You ought to have seen us rally, the wind a-blowing free,
On passage from the Dogger Bank to Great Grimsby.

Now our captain he's a shang-a-roosh, he likes a drop of good ale,
Our mate he's a roadstone-prat-inspector, he's been seen in many a goal;
Our third hand he's a bushranger, he come on deck and received the mail,
And you give a look at our old cook, he's so hoppity wild.

So watch her, trigger, the proper ju-ber-ju,
Give her sheet and let her rip, We're the boys to pull her through,
You ought to have seen us rally, the wind a-blowing free,
On passage from the Dogger Bank to Great Grimsby.

Now we are the boys to make a noise when we come home from sea,
We get right drunk and roll on the floor and cause a jubilee;
We get right drunk and full of beer, we roll all over the floor,
And when our rent it is all spent, we'll go to sea for more.

So watch her, trigger, the proper ju-ber-ju,
Give her sheet and let her rip, We're the boys to pull her through,
You ought to have seen us rally, the wind a-blowing free,
On passage from the Dogger Bank to Great Grimsby.

Midi sequenced by Terry Stephens
Used with permission

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