The song about packet ships has a reference to holystoning amidst the sound of accordian and mandolin(?):
...Ye balmy boys of Belfast town
I'll have you to beware
When you sail on them packet ships
No denim jackets wear
But have a monkey jacket
and cover up your hands
For there goes cold nor'westerners
On the Banks of Newfoundland
We'll rub her 'round
and scrub her 'round
with holy stone and sand...
Meanwhile, the love song goes something like this (to harmonica, guitar, and the crowd singing):
She asked me to sing her a verse of a song
It's not very short and it's not very long
She asked me to sing about something that's new
And "Me darling", says I, "I don't mind if I do!"
with my turelai-urelai-urelai-ei!
The last song is a sober one, to guitar, tambourine, harmonica:
...Imposing and tall stands a stone
With the names of the young men who died
Engraved in gold letters
Dead heroes who battled for Brambleshire Wood...
Now I shall listen to Valparaiso 'Round the Horn and the Barley Mow! Oh the barrel, half-barrel, gallon, half-gallon, pint-pot, half a pint, gill, half a gill, quarter gill nippikin and the round bowl! Here's good luck, good luck, good luck at the Barley Mow!
Did I mention that for my birthday I plan to go to a chantey sing? Huzzah!