Donkey Riding
An authentic, rousing sea shanty from the 19th century telling of the "Donkey" engine used at the dockside to lift cargoes to and from sailing ships. Steady, pulsating rhythm with unusual chorus. English concertinas, mandolin, fiddle & drums featured; verses & chorus sung with a voice to match!
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Lyrics
Was you ever in Quebec launching timber on the deck
Where ye’d break your bleedin’ neck ridin’ on a donkey
chorus: Way, hay, an’ away we go! Donkey riding, donkey riding
Way, hay, an’ away we go! Riding on a donkey!
Was ye ever in Timbuktoo where the gals are black an’ blue
Where they waggle their backsides too riding on a donkey
chorus: Way, hay, an’ away we go!
Was ye ever in Vallipo, where them gals put on a show
Waggle and wriggle with a roll ‘n’ go, ridin’ on a donkey
chorus: Way, hay, an’ away we go!
Was ye ever down Mobile bay, screwin’ cotton all the day
A dollar a day is a white man’s pay, riding on a donkey
chorus: Way, hay, an’ away we go!
Was ye ever in London Town where, them gals they do come down
To see the king in a golden crown, riding on a donkey
chorus: Way, hay, an’ away we go!
Was ye ever down Frisco Bay, where the gals all shout hooray
Here comes Johnny with his three years pay, riding on a donkey
chorus: Way, hay, an’ away we go!
Was ye ever off Cape Horn, where your backside’s never warm
When ye wish to hell you’d never been born, riding on a donkey
Was you ever in Quebec launching timber on the deck
Where ye’d break your bleedin’ neck ridin’ on a donkey
chorus: Way, hay, an’ away we go! Donkey riding, donkey riding
Way, hay, an’ away we go! Riding on a donkey!
Was ye ever in Timbuktoo where the gals are black an’ blue
Where they waggle their backsides too riding on a donkey
chorus: Way, hay, an’ away we go!
Was ye ever in Vallipo, where them gals put on a show
Waggle and wriggle with a roll ‘n’ go, ridin’ on a donkey
chorus: Way, hay, an’ away we go!
Was ye ever down Mobile bay, screwin’ cotton all the day
A dollar a day is a white man’s pay, riding on a donkey
chorus: Way, hay, an’ away we go!
Was ye ever in London Town where, them gals they do come down
To see the king in a golden crown, riding on a donkey
chorus: Way, hay, an’ away we go!
Was ye ever down Frisco Bay, where the gals all shout hooray
Here comes Johnny with his three years pay, riding on a donkey
chorus: Way, hay, an’ away we go!
Was ye ever off Cape Horn, where your backside’s never warm
When ye wish to hell you’d never been born, riding on a donkey
