Lyrics

Sixteen Jolly Ravers

Wally Page

16 fishermen raving out on the town onĀ  E

16 peacocks leave their nest and go flying into mystery

they try to cut the spainish look but they look so untidy

dont eat too much you’ll never get enough when you’re flying into mystery

flyin into mystery when you should be out seafarin

run out the jib rig the boom step back reality

 

 

 

when their ship is on the ocean their nights are so empty

they’re weary of the smelly fish and the wash of the salty sea

16 jolly ravers each one carrying his own caul

they believe it will keep death away when they face the angry squall

why face the angry squall when you could go go-go dancin

run out the jib rig the boom step back reality

 

 

 

to the 16 jolly ravers those girls look so fancy

you could ate your fry off the back of her neck if you want some more say please

when fishermen are feeling good they feel it musically

they go down singing shanties to the dancefloor all at sea

to the dancefloor all at sea 16 jolly ravers

run out the jib rig the boom step back reality

flyin in to mystery when you should be out seafarin

run out the jib rig the boom step back reality

 

 

yad adad ada yadd a dadd a da yat ti a rat ti a rat ti a ra da

yadd a dad a da yad adad ada yatt tye a rat tie a rat

 

more info

I can end up anywhere in this song.Rolled in Yarmouth on the first night in and looking to get back outĀ early next morning.In a haybarn outside Portarlington, me nostrils caked with hay dust, trying to find me bearings.In a railroad car in Boyle listening to the dry land sailors singin”hey ho chicken on a raft, Ben and Jake leading us all into glorious mayhem whilst the losers were ridin like rabbits in the turf mould.About to enter paradise when the back wheel came off Mick CurransĀ  Bedford van out around Dardis’s gate as we roared home through Walshestown and that put an end to me gallop.

Or I can think about poor auld Plunky, that fisherman of Dun Leary who never settled for sardines whilst there were dolphins in the ocean. Go for it John Paul, write your dreams now that you have found a quieter place. Tell RichieĀ I was askin for him.

 

CHORDS

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