A hundred years on the Eastern shore
Ho - Yes - Ho
A hundred years on the Eastern shore
A hundred years ago
An’ then I sailed across the sea
Me gal she said she’d be true to me
I promised her a golden ring
She promised me her little thing
Ol’ Bully John from Baltimore
I knew him well on the Eastern Shore
Ol’ Bully John I knew him well
But now he’s dead and he’s gone to hell
He’s dead as a nail in the lamproom door
He’s dead as a nail, that son-o’-a-whore
A hundred years has passed an’ gone
‘Tis a hundred years since I made this song
They used to think that pigs could fly
Can you believe this bloody lie
They thought the stars wuz set alight
By a bunch o’ angels every night
They thought the world wuz flat or square
That old Columbus never got there
They thought the moon wuz made o’ cheese
You can believe it if yer please
They thought that mermaids wuz no yarn
But we know better ‘cos we can larn
It’s up aloft this yard must go
For mister mate has told us so
I thought I heard the old man say
Just one more pull, lads, then belay
