Songs of the Drink, Songs of the Sea

The Sailor's Chant

Pierce Campbell
written by Pierce Campbell


Written after finding a paper in my great Grandfather's belongings that had this chorus typed on it. Always a Kerry Boys favorite!


Every sailin' man, drinks as much as he can When he has to plant his feet upon dry land But tipplin' has it's rules, and so as not to play the fool They call them out as the landlord pours the fuel chorus Not drunk is he who from the floor Can rise again and drink once more But drunk is he whoprostrate lies And cannot either drink nor rise And cannot either drink nor rise The start of every round brings a thunderous sound With voices raised to verse and flaggons downed One by one the voices die, one by one they fall aside 'Til there's only one man left to raise the cry The morning after's s reel, is sure to make them feel That even on land they're rollin' with the sea So they climb back aboard, to sail the sea once more And at night they'll raise a toast to raisin' hell on land