- Agamemnon
Words: Hamish Maclaren (adapted)Tune: Paul Davenport
Where is Henry Adams now that planned the Agamemnon?
Foundered on the River Plate, in Maldonaldos Bay
Oak and iron and blood of her, his fine one, his darling
Sink him in his hammock, boys, he’s gone far away
Oak and iron and blood of her, his fine one, his darling
Sink him in his hammock, boys, he’s gone far away
Where are all the Beaulieu boys that built the Agamemnon?
Let them lie 'neath waiting grass, content at where they lay
Swords and swinging riveters, the sounds will not be waking them
Sink them in their hammocks, boys, thеy’ve gone far away
Swords and swinging rivetеrs, the sounds will not be waking them
Sink them in their hammocks, boys, they’ve gone far away
Where is Captain Nelson now that sailed the Agamemnon?
Fought and beat the Spanish crews in Cape St. Vincent Bay
Oak and iron and blood of her, his fine one, his darling
Broach the keg of brandy, boys, and send him far away
Oak and iron and blood of her, his fine one, his darling
Broach the keg of brandy, boys, and send him far away
Where are all the jolly tars that crewed the Agamemnon?
Men for whom the carronades were less hard work than play
Oak and iron and blood were they, and every girl a darling
Sink them in their hammocks, lads, they’ve gone far away
Oak and iron and blood were they, and every girl a darling
Sink them in their hammocks, lads, they’ve gone far away
Sing the shanty loud, me boys, we’ll rouse the Agamemnon
Stamp it 'round the capstan and her anchor we will weigh
Where are all the wooden walls, that cloud of sails a-bearing?
They’re foundered, sunk, or broken and they’ve gone far away
Where are all the wooden walls, that cloud of sails a-bearing?
They’re foundered, sunk, or broken and they’ve gone far away
Where is Henry Adams now that planned the Agamemnon?
Founded on the River Plate, in Maldonaldo’s Bay
Oak and iron and blood of her, his fine one, his darling
Sink him in his hammock, boys, he’s gone far away
Oak and iron and blood of her, his fine one, his darling
Sink him in his hammock, boys, he’s gone far away