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The Town Pants - Текст песни Monahan The Mutineer
He was Halifax born and bred
 Long in the arm and thick in the head
 To leave Halifax there's a quote
 Its "through a bottle or on a boat"
 So while he was no sailor
 He found work aboard a whaler
 But when they got to St. Pierre
 It was clear that he didn't care 
 They took him to the gangway
 And they gave him lashes twenty
 The captain ordered thirty
 But his daughter begged for mercy
 She stepped in before they stabbed him
 And she took him to her cabin
 There she gave him wine and water
 And a bit more than she oughter' 
 So set the sails
 Or walk the plank
 What was your name?
 And what was your rank?
 If you don't work you'll be hung
 So come and mutiny while you're young 
 Now the Captain was no fool
 And he told the men if you break the rules
 You'll all end up like Monahan
 And taste the cat to every man!
 Life aboard a ship is hard
 But exactly who guards the guards?
 When a Captain goes insane
 And men have treason in their veins 
 The next day Monahan passed the word
 And all those who knew and heard
 When they called achors aweigh
 That was the call to disobeyThe Town Pants - Monahan The Mutineer - http://ru.motolyrics.com/the-town-pants/monahan-the-mutineer-lyrics.html
 This time the Captain walked the plank
 They dropped him off near Grand Bank
 "Back to Halifax you can swim"
 And as he drowned they sang to him 
 So set the sail
 Or walk the plank
 What was your name
 Or what is your rank
 They opened the casks and gave a cheer
 For Monahan the Mutineer
And for the moment all looked well
 Until the sea began to swell
 The winds blew and the boat began to tip
 They felt below the hull start to rip 
 And as we went into the sea
 Monahan screamed this advice to me
 "If we drown while we are young"
 Its better to drown than to be hung!" 
 So set the sail
 Or walk the plank
 What was your name
 Or what is your rank
 If there's work on a ship--don't volunteer
 Like Monahan the mutineer 
 And off in Halifax town
 The rats come butting the houses down
 On the beaches and on the piers
 Where the beer is mixed with tears
 Old men still tell of Monahan
 His mutiny and ill-fated plan
 How we all went into the sea
 And how none survived except for me!







