Let the Bulgine Run
An authentic, rousing sea shanty from the 19th century telling of a railway engine used at the dockside at ports in the West Indies. Steady, pulsating rhythm with unusual chorus. English concertina, guitar, mandolin & drum featured, and sung with a voice to match!
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Lyrics
The finest rig you ever could find
Ah he ah ho are you most done
Is the Margaret Evans of the Blackball Line
Clear the track let the Bulgine run
Hey rig a jig in a jaunting car Ah he ah ho are you most done
Liza Lee all on my knee Clear the track let the Bulgine run
In Liverpool town them girls hang round Ah he ah ho...
It’s there my Liza can be found Clear the track......
Hey rig a jig...
Liza Lee will you be mine Ah he ah ho...
I’ll dress you up in silks so fine Clear the track......
Hey rig a jig...
As pretty a sight as you could see Ah he ah ho...
Is Liza Lee all on my knee Clear the track......
Hey rig a jig...
When I get home across the sea Ah he ah ho...
Liza will you marry me Clear the track......
Hey rig a jig...
I’ll stay with you upon the shore Ah he ah ho...
And go away to sea no more Clear the track......
Hey rig a jig...
When I get back to Liverpool town Ah he ah ho...
I’ll stand you whiskies all around Clear the track......
Hey rig a jig...
The finest rig you ever could find
Ah he ah ho are you most done
Is the Margaret Evans of the Blackball Line
Clear the track let the Bulgine run
Hey rig a jig in a jaunting car Ah he ah ho are you most done
Liza Lee all on my knee Clear the track let the Bulgine run
In Liverpool town them girls hang round Ah he ah ho...
It’s there my Liza can be found Clear the track......
Hey rig a jig...
Liza Lee will you be mine Ah he ah ho...
I’ll dress you up in silks so fine Clear the track......
Hey rig a jig...
As pretty a sight as you could see Ah he ah ho...
Is Liza Lee all on my knee Clear the track......
Hey rig a jig...
When I get home across the sea Ah he ah ho...
Liza will you marry me Clear the track......
Hey rig a jig...
I’ll stay with you upon the shore Ah he ah ho...
And go away to sea no more Clear the track......
Hey rig a jig...
When I get back to Liverpool town Ah he ah ho...
I’ll stand you whiskies all around Clear the track......
Hey rig a jig...
