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Песни пиратов из Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag, часть 2

Морские шанти́ (англ. sea shanty, chantey), именно так назывались песни британских моряков, исполняемые ими во время работы — одна из самых запоминающихся составляющих Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag. И не удивительно, что многие не хотят расставаться с ними и за пределами морских приключений Ассасина.

Скриншот игры Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag

Всего в игре насчитывается 34 шанти. Часть из них вы получаете сразу, часть найдёте в разных точках карты — листы с нотами.

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Тексты шанти, часть 1


Тексты шанти, часть 2


The Coasts of High Barbary

Look ahead, look-astern
Look the weather in the lee!
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
I see a wreck to windward,
And a lofty ship to lee!
A-sailing down along
The coast of High Barbary

"O, are you a pirate
Or a man o' war?" cried we.
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
"O no! I'm not a pirate
But a man-o-war," cried he.
A-sailing down along
The coast of High Barbary.

We'll back up our topsails
And heave vessel to.
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
For we have got some letters
To be carried home by you.
A-sailing down along
The coast of High Barbary

For broadside, for broadside
They fought all on the main;
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
Until at last the frigate
Shot the pirate's mast away.
A sailing down along
The coast of High Barbary

With cutlass and gun,
O we fought for hours three;
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
The ship it was their coffin
And their grave it was the sea
A-sailing down along
The coast of High Barbary


***


The Dead Horse

A poor old man
Came riding by.
And we say so,
And we know so.
O, a poor old man
Came riding by,
O, poor old man.

Says I, "Old man,
Your horse will die."
And we say so,
And we know so.
And if he dies
we'll tan his hide.
O, poor old man.

And if he don't,
I'll ride him again.
And we say so,
And we know so.
And I'll ride him
'Til the Lord knows when,
O, poor old man.

He's dead as a nail
In the lamp room door,
And we say so,
And we know so.
And he won't come
Worrying us no more
O, poor old man.

We'll use the hair of his tail
To sew our sails
And we say so,
And we know so.
And the iron of his shoes
To make deck nails,
O, poor old man.

Drop him down
With a long long rope
And we say so,
And we hope so.
Where the sharks have his body
And the devil takes his soul!
O, poor old man.


***


The Rio Grande

O say was you ever in Rio Grande?
A-weigh, you Rio!
It's there that the river brings down golden sand,
For we're bound for the Rio Grande

(Chorus)
And away, boys, away.
A-weigh, you Rio!
It's fare-you-well my bonny young girls
And we're bound for the Rio Grande
It's fare well to you all the girls of the town.
A-weigh, you Rio!
You got our half-pay for to keep you around,
And we're bound for the Rio Grande!

(Chorus)

She's a deep water ship and a deep water crew.
A-weigh, you Rio!
You can keep to the coast but we're damned if we do,
And we're bound for the Rio Grande!
(Chorus)

We was sick of the beach when our money was gone.
A-weigh, you Rio!
And sign in this packet to drive her along,
And we're bound for the Rio Grande!
(Chorus)


***


The Sailboat Malarkey

Please tell me, what is this sailboat's name?
The sailboat Malarkey.

Tell me now what is this good boat's name?
It's the sailboat Malarkey.

Well now, me boys, we are bound out to sea!
In the sailboat Malarkey.

O when will Caroline come down to me?
In the sailboat Malarkey.

She's lovely aloft and she's lovely below.
Is the sailboat Malarkey.

But she's best on her back as you very well know!
That sailboat Malarkey.

Away, away in St George's Town,
In the sailboat Malarkey.

The rats come batting the houses down,
Of the sailboat Malarkey.

I'd give the world boys and all that I know
In the sailboat Malarkey.

To turn and to roll with my Lucy-oh!
In the sailboat Malarkey.

You pick her up, boys, and lay her down,
In the sailboat Malarkey.

And hang on tight as she bounces around!
In the sailboat Malarkey.


***


The Wild Goose

Did you ever see a wild goose
Sailing o'er the ocean?

Ranzo, Ranzo, weigh heigh!
They're just like them pretty girls,
When they gets the notion.

Ranzo, Ranzo, weigh heigh!
The other morning
I was walking by the river.

Ranzo, Ranzo, weigh heigh!
When I saw a young girl walking
With her topsails all a-quiver.

Ranzo, Ranzo, weigh heigh!
I said, "Pretty fair maid
And how are you this morning?"

Ranzo, Ranzo, weigh heigh!
She said none the better 
for the seeing of you

Ranzo, Ranzo, weigh heigh!


***


The Worst old Ship

The worst old ship that ever did sail,
Sailed out of Harwich on a windy day.

(Chorus)
And we're waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day
That we get our pay.

She was built in Roman time,
Held together with bits of twine
(Chorus)

Nothing in the galley—nothing in the hold,
But the skipper's turned in with a bag of gold.

(Chorus)

Off Orford Ness she sprang a leak,
Hear her poor old timbers creak.

(Chorus)
We pumped our way round scalby Ness,
When the wind backed round to the west-nor'-west.

(Chorus)
Into the Humber and up the town,
Pump you blighters—pump or drown.

(Chorus) x2


***


Way Me Susiana

We'll heave him up an away we'll go
'Way, me Susiana!
We'll heave him up an away we'll go
We're all bound over the mounten!

We'll heave him up from down below
'Way, me Susiana!
This is where the cocks do crow.
We're all bound over the mounten!

And if we drown while we are young,
'Way, me Susiana!
It's better to drown than to wait to be hung
We're all bound over the mounten!

Oh, growl ye may but go ye must,
'Way, me Susiana!
If ye growl too hard yer head they'll bust
We're all bound over the mounten!

Up sox, you cocks, hand her two blocks,
'Way, me Susiana!
An' go below to yer ol' ditty box
We're all bound over the mounten!

Oh, rock an shake 'er, one more drag
'Way, me Susiana!
Oh, bend yer duds an' pack yer bag
We're all bound over the mounten!


***


Where Am I to go M'Johnnies

Oh, where am I to go, M'Johnnies, oh where am I to go?
Timme way hey hey, high roll and go.
Oh, where am I to go, M'Johnnies, oh where am I to go,
For I'm a young sailor boy, and where am I to go?

Way up on that t'gallant yard, that's where you’re bound to go.
Timme way hey hey, high roll and go.
Oh, way up on that t'gallant yard, that's where you’re bound to go.
For I'm a young sailor boy, and where am I to go?

Way up on that t'gallant yard and take the gans'l in.
Timme way hey hey, high roll and go.
Oh, way up on that t'gallant yard and take the gans'l in.
For I'm a young sailor boy, and where am I to go?

You're bound away to Kingston town, that's where you're bound to go.
Timme way hey hey, high roll and go.
You're bound away to Kingston town, that's where you're bound to go.
For I'm a young sailor boy, and where am I to go?


***


Whiskey Johnny

Whiskey is the life of man,
Whiskey, Johnny!
O, whiskey is the life of man,
Whiskey for my Johnny O!

O, I drink whiskey when I can
Whiskey, Johnny!
Whiskey from an old tin can,
Whiskey for my Johnny O!

Whiskey gave me a broken nose!
Whiskey, Johnny!
Whiskey made me pawn my clothes,
Whiskey for my Johnny O!

Whiskey drove me around Cape Horn,
Whiskey, Johnny!
It was many a month when I was gone,
Whiskey for my Johnny O!

I thought I heard the old man say:
Whiskey, Johnny!
I'll treat my crew in a decent way,
Whiskey for my Johnny O!

A glass of grog for every man!
Whiskey, Johnny!
And a bottle for the Chantey Man.
Whiskey for my Johnny O!


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