Stormalong John Medley

Oh, poor old Stormy, that good old man

(Wey, Stormalong John)

Poor old Stormy, that good old man

(Wey hey, Mister Stormalong)

Stormy’s gone and laid to rest

(Wey, Stormalong John)

Of all the sailors, he was best

(Wey hey, Mister Stormalong)

An able sailor bold and true

(Wey, Stormalong John)

A good old bosun to his crew

(Wey hey, Mister Stormalong)

Stormy loved a sailor’s song

(Wey, Stormalong John)

His voice was tough, and rough, and strong

(Wey hey, Mister Stormalong)

I wish I was old Stormy’s son

(Wey, Stormalong John)

I’d build a ship of a thousand tonnes

(Wey hey, Mister Stormalong)

Now, poor old Stormy, that good old man

(Stormy along, John, Stormalong)

Now, poor old Stormy, he’s dead and gone

(Come on, get along, Stormy along John)

We’ll dig his grave with a silver spade

(Stormy along, John, Stormalong)

His shroud of the finest silk is made

(Come along, get along, Stormy along John)

We’ll lower him down in a golden chain

(Stormy along, John, Stormalong)

Our eyes all misty with more than rain

(Come along, get along, Stormy along John)

Well, take him down to Montego Bay

(Stormy along, John, Stormalong)

‘Cause that’s where Stormy said he would lay

(Come along, get along, Stormy along John)

I wish I was old Stormy’s son

(Stormy along, John, Stormalong)

While I build a ship of a thousand tonnes

(Come along, get along, Stormy along John)

Now, I’d fill her up with Jamaican rum

(Stormy along, John, Stormalong)

And me and me shantymen, we’d all have some

(Come along, get along, Stormy along John)

Now, poor old Stormy, that good old man

(Stormy along, John, Stormalong)

Oh, poor old Stormy, he’s dead and gone

(Come along, get along, Stormy along John)