Victoria University College Capping Programme 1931
Heave Ho!
Heave Ho!
Bluster:
My name would make the fiercest shrink,
And brave men hide in fear.
The ships all think it's time to sink,
When my fierce face draws near.
In haughty pride I sweep the deep,
And scare old Neptune blue,
And should some ship have pluck to fight.
We'll tell you what we do;
Blus. & Pir.:
We heave for the rolling sea,
We heave for the rolling sea.
Bluster:
For the wife said: "Never wag your jowl,
At someone bigger than yersel'."
Blus. & Pir.:
Of course what the wife says always has to—well!
So it's heave-ho! Heave-ho! Heave for the rolling sea!
Bluster:
Tho' modest, as I've said before,
And humble to a fault,
Believe me when I meekly roar:
"They don't feed Me on malt."
My laugh would put a fleet to flight,
My better's not been born,
For if some fool should Me defy,
I laugh aloud in scorn.
Blus. & Pir.:
We heave for the rolling sea,
We heave for the rolling sea
Bluster:
The way my wife dictates my life,
It fairly makes me pout:
She says: "Be back on 'such' a day;
And if you're not,—look out!"
Blus. & Pir.:
And if, by chance, we've been delayed,
Though heroes to the core,
When we see our grim, determined wives,
In line along the shore:
Blus. & Pir.:
We heave for the rolling sea,
We heave for the rolling sea:
We're not afraid of gun or knife,
We're not afraid to risk our life,
But 'we' simply cannot stand domestic strife,
So it's heave-ho! Heave-ho! Heave for the rolling sea!