Ranzo
Well it's poor old Reuben Ranzo,
Ranzo, boys, Ranzo!
Yes it's poor old Reuben Ranzo.
Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo!
Ranzo was no sailor,
He was a New York tailor
He was a New York tailor
Shanghai'd aboard a whaler
They put him holy-stonin'
And cared not for his groanin'
They gave him lashes thirty
Because he was so dirty.
They gave him lashes twenty
That's twenty more than plenty
Ranzo nearly fainted
When his back with oil was painted
The captain gave him thirty
His daughter begged for mercy
She took him to her cabin
And tried to ease his moanin'
She gave him rum and water
And a bit more than she oughter
She gave him education
And taught him navigation
She made him the best sailor
On board that New York whaler
He married the captain's daughter
And still sails on salt water
He's known where'er the whalefish blow
As the toughest bastard on the go
Huzzah! For Reuben Ranzo
Huzzah! For Captain Ranzo!
@sailor
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