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“Padstow Farewell”

It’s time to go now,
Haul away your anchor,
Haul away your anchor,
It’s our sailing time.

Get some sail upon her,
Haul away your halyards,
Haul away your halyards.
It’s our sailing time.

Get her on her course now,
Haul away your foresheets,
Haul away your foresheets,
It’s our sailing time.

Waves are surging under,
Haul away down Channel,
Haul away down Channel,
On the evening tide.

When your sailing’s over,
Haul away for Heaven,
Haul away for Heaven,
God be by your side.

It is time to go now,
Haul away your anchor,
Haul away your anchor,
It’s our sailing time.

Note: This is an in-game version. The official track is found in the second volume of the Official AC4 Sea Shanty Edition Soundtrack.

“The Worst Old Ship”

The worst old ship that ever did sail,
Sailed out of Harwich on a windy day.

And we’re waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day
That we get our pay.

She was built in Roman time,
Held together with bits of twine

And we’re waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day
That we get our pay.

Nothing in the galley—nothing in the hold,
But the skipper’s turned in with a bag of gold.

And we’re waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day
That we get our pay.

Off Orford Ness she sprang a leak,
Hear her poor old timbers creak.

And we’re waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day
That we get our pay.

We pumped our way round scalby Ness,
When the wind backed round to the west-nor’-west.

And we’re waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day
That we get our pay.

Into the Humber and up the town, Pump you blighters—pump or drown.

And we’re waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day
That we get our pay.

And we’re waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day
That we get our pay.

FYI: Reuploaded all of the sea shanties posted so far in favor of higher quality.

Okay… uh… hope this is on… don’t think I’ve ever use this phone more than a few times to record anything… uh… hey Dad… so, ah, we’re all here in New York at the Motel… it’s Queens actually… in Astoria, near the NQ… Rebecca’s off getting batteries for something, and Shaun’s in his room doing whatever Shaun does… and, ah, you’re out getting some food.

Me?… well I’m supposed to be getting ready to break into some offices in the Financial District… feels just like preparing for one of your old training drills, actually… ten years go by, and then you show up, and it’s like, ah… it’s like I was never gone, and we’re right back to the ball-busting, and the conspiracies, and the paranoia… only this time I believe you. I believe every word… you know I don’t even think you know the half of it. I don’t think you know how much I have seen. How much I have learned in just a few weeks. 

Everything, really, I feel like, ah… like I’ve lived a thousand years. Or ten thousand maybe. It’s impossible to explain, but when you see that much of that world… through the eyes of so many… you can’t help but be sad… to see all these incredible, intelligent people fight the same battles and make the same mistakes over and over again. Because culture and knowledge and history… these things, they aren’t passed on through our genes… every kid on earth needs to relearn the basics. How to live, how… how to survive, how to stand up for… for what’s right… but so much is lost in the transfer… so much is added, every generation. It’s a shame… Over and over, everything must be learned again.

I met Clay, Dad. Clay Kaczmarek. In the Animus. I knew him by his Abstergo handle, Subject 16… my, uh, predecessor… and he showed me things. He PASSED THEM to me… just before he died, or got deleted, or whatever. Everything he’d learned, everything he’d seen… uh, God, how do I talk about this…?

So, uh, I guess you trained him, huh? After I left. He really looked up to you. And now that I’ve seen through his eyes, I think I understand why. I’m glad you had him around, even if I wasn’t there… But the things he showed me… unbelievable things… And I nev- Shit. Back in a second…

Desmond Miles
☼ 13 March 1987
† 21 December 2012

“Johnny Boker”

Oh! Do my Johnny Boker,
Come rock and roll me over.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!

Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
The skipper is a rover.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!

Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
The mate he’s never sober
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!

Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
The Bo’sun is a tailor.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!

Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
We’ll all go on a jamboree.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!

Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
The Packet is a Rollin’.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!

Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
We’ll pull and haul together.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!

Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
We’ll haul for better weather.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!

Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
And soon we’ll be in London Town.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!

Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
Come rock and roll me over.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!

“‘Way Me Susiana”

We’ll heave him up an away we’ll go
‘Way, me Susiana!
We’ll heave him up an away we’ll go
We’re all bound over the mounten!

We’ll heave him up from down below
‘Way, me Susiana!
That is where the cocks do crow
We’re all bound over the mounten!

An’if we drown while we are young,
‘Way, me Susiana!
It’s ye growl too hard ye head they’ll bust
We’re all bound over the mounten!

Oh, growl ye may but go ye must,
‘Way, me Susiana!
If ye growl too hard yer head they’ll bust
We’re all bound over the mounten!

Up sox, you cocks, hand her two blocks,
‘Way, me Susiana!
An’ go below to yer ol’ ditty box
We’re all bound over the mounten!

Oh, rock an shake’er, one more drag
‘Way, me Susiana!
Oh, bend yer duds an’ pack yer bag
We’re all bound over the mounten!

Note: This is an in-game version. The official track is found in the second volume of the Official AC4 Sea Shanty Edition Soundtrack.