The Bonnie Ship Red Arrow

Based on The Bonnie Ship the Diamond (trad.)
Laird Colyne Stewart

Lyrics

The Red Arrow is a ship me lads,
For the Eastern Straits she's bound
And the Rouge Port is all garnished
With lads and lassies round
Captain Stewart gives the order
To sail the oceans wide
Where the sun it never sets me lads
Nor darkness dims the sky.

And it's cheer up, me lads
Let your hearts never tire,
For the bonnie ship Red Arrow
Goes a-hunting for the tygre!

Along the quay at Colynesburg
Lads and lassies stand around
Wi' their cloaks all pulled about them
And the salt tears runnin' down
Oh don't you weep, my bonnie lass,
Though you be left behind
For the trillium will grow on Silfern Mere’s ice
Afore we change our mind.

And it's cheer up, me lads
Let your hearts never tire,
For the bonnie ship Red Arrow
Goes a-hunting for the tygre!

Here's a health to the Jaunty Troll,
Likewise the Lord Raffe’s Game
Here's a health to the Eiriksdrakkar
And the Red Arrow ship of fame
We wear the trousers of the white
And the jackets of the green
When we return to Rouge Port,
We'll hae our sweethearts again.

And it's cheer up, me lads
Let your hearts never tire,
For the bonnie ship Red Arrow
Goes a-hunting for the tygre!

It’ll be bright both day and night
When the Silfern Mere lads come hame
Wi' a ship full o' Eastern gold
And glory to our name
We'll make the cradles for to rock
And the blankets for to tear
For the lusty crew o’ the Red Arrow
Are home again no fear!

And it's cheer up, me lads
Let your hearts never tire,
For the bonnie ship Red Arrow
Goes a-hunting for the tygre!

Aweigh, Saint Cris

Based on Aweigh, Santy Ano (trad.)
Laird Colyne Stewart

Saint Cris (or more accurately, Saint Crispinus) is the patron saint of Ardchreag.

Lyrics

From Ardchreag we're bound away,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
Around Cape Boar to Dragon Bay,
We're bound for Pennsic’s bliss.

So Heave her up and away we'll go,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
Heave her up and away we'll go,
We're bound for Pennsic’s bliss.

She's a fast frigate ship and a bully crew,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
An up-north Scot for her captain, too.
We're bound for Pennsic’s bliss.

So Heave her up and away we'll go,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
Heave her up and away we'll go,
We're bound for Pennsic’s bliss.

Back in the days of Forty AS,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
Those were the days of the good excess,
Way out in Pennsic’s bliss.

So Heave her up and away we'll go,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
Heave her up and away we'll go,
We're bound for Pennsic’s bliss.

There's plenty of gold, so I've been told,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
Plenty of gold so I've been told
Way out in Pennsic’s bliss.

So Heave her up and away we'll go,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
Heave her up and away we'll go,
We're bound for Pennsic’s bliss.

When I leave ship I'll fight for the Crown,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
For my kingdom I’ll win renown,
Way out in Pennsic’s bliss.

So Heave her up and away we'll go,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
Heave her up and away we'll go,
We're bound for Pennsic’s bliss.