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!



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