Reuben Ranzo

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Oh poor old Reuben Ranzo,

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

Oh poor old Reuben Ranzo,

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo.

 

Oh Ranzo was no sailor,

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

He was a New York tailor

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

 

He was a New York tailor

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

Shanghaied aboard a whaler

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

 

The put him holy-stoning

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

And cared not for his groaning

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

 

They gave him lashes thirty

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

Because he was so dirty

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

 

They gave him lashes twenty

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

That’s twenty more than plenty

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

 

Oh Ranzo nearly fainted

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

When his back with oil was painted

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

 

The captain gave him thirty

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

His daughter begged for mercy

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

 

She took him to her cabin

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

And tried to ease his moaning

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

 

She gave him rum and water

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

And a bit more than she ought to

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

 

She gave him an education

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

And taught him navigation

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

 

She made him the best sailor

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

Aboard that New York whaler

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

 

Now he’s know wherever the whale fish blow

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

As the toughest bastard on the go

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

 

Hurrah for Reuben Ranzo

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,

Hurrah for Captain Ranzo

Ranzo me boys, Ranzo,