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TimH
03-18-2009, 05:19 PM
Everybody's talkin' at me
Can't hear a word they're sayin'
Only the echos of my mind
People stop and stare
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes

I'm Going where the sun keeps shinin'
Through the pourin' rain
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes
Bankin' off of a northeast wind
And sailin' on a summer breeze
Skippin' over the ocean like a stone

I'm Going where the sun keeps shinin'
Through the pourin' rain
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes
Bankin' off of a northeast wind
And sailin' on a summer breeze
Skippin' over the ocean like a stone

Everybody's talkin' at me
Can't hear a word they're sayin'
Only the echos of my mind
I won't let you leave my love behind
No, I won't let you leave my love behind
I won't let you leave my love behind
No, I won't let you leave my love behind

- Harry Nillson

Scott Rosen
03-18-2009, 05:59 PM
I second Southern Cross

Tinman
03-18-2009, 06:00 PM
What do ya do with a drunken sailor,
What do ya do with a drunken sailor,
What do ya do with a drunken sailor ?
Early in the mornnin?

Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor!

Early in the mornin!

Way hey and up she rises,
Way hey and up she rises,
Way hey and up she rises,
Early in the mornin.

Throw him in the buk with the Captains daughter,
Throw him in the buk with the Captains daughter,
Throw him in the buk with the Captains daughter,
Early in the morning.

Way hey and up she rises,
Way hey and up she rises,
Way hey and up she rises,
Early in the mornin.

Throw him in the long boat till he's sober,
Throw him in the long boat till he's sober,
Throw him in the long boat till he's sober,
Early in the morning.

What do ya do with a drunken sailor,
What do ya do with a drunken sailor,
What do ya do with a drunken sailor ?
Early in the mornnin?

paladin
03-18-2009, 06:03 PM
I remember sitting in my tiny room in CutThroat Island, Labrador, guitar in hand, very thin walls, driving everyone batty with Four Strong Winds, and Wreck of the John B...1960...and most all of Harry Belafonte's stuff....and then out on the water with a one lung engine on a 30 foot double ender...chunks of ice floating by, box of sand on the cabin sole and a coal burning cast iron stove to keep warm, fishing, getting 100 fish and throwing 99 back...same damn sculpin on the hook, and occasionally a salmon...and thinking nothing could be better....

Captain Intrepid
03-18-2009, 06:03 PM
Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish Ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain;
For we've received orders for to sail for old England,
But we hope in a short time to see you again.

Chorus:
We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt sea.
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty five leagues.

We hove our ship to with the wind from sou'west, boys
We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take;
'Twas forty-five fathoms, with a white sandy bottom,
So we squared our main yard and up channel did make.

chorus

The first land we sighted was called the Dodman,
Next Rame Head off Plymouth, off Portsmouth the Wight;
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover,
And then we bore up for the South Foreland light.

chorus

Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor,
And all in the Downs that night for to lie;
Let go your shank painter, let go your cat stopper!
Haul up your clewgarnets, let tacks and sheets fly!

chorus

Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper,
And let ev'ry man drink off his full glass;
We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy,
And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass.
chorus

---------------------------------------------------

Take me back to my western boat
Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's
Where the hog-downs sail
And the Fog horns wail
With my friends the Browns and the Clearys
Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's

Let me feel my dory lift
To the broad Atlantic combers
Where the tide rip swirls
And the wild ducks whirl
And old Neptune calls the numbers.
'Neath the wild Atlantic combers

Let me sail up Golden Bay
With my oilskins all a-streaming
From the thunder squalls when I hauled my trawls.
And my old Cape Ann a-gleaming
With my oilskins all a-streaming.

And let me view that ragged shore
With the beaches all a-glisten
With the caplin spawn
Where from dusk till dawn
You bait your trawn, and you listen
To the undertow a-hissin'.

And when I reach that last big shoal
Where the groundswells break asunder,
Where the wild sands roll to the surge's toll
Let me be a man and take it
When my dory fails to make it.

Oh take me back to that snug green cove
Where the seas roll up their thunder
There let me rest
In the Earth's cool breast
Where the stars shine out their wonder
And the seas roll up their thunder.


I'd like the second one sung at my funeral. It's just one of the most perfect songs I've ever heard.

TimH
03-18-2009, 06:04 PM
Into the Mystic - Van Morrison


We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I dont have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I dont have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic

TimH
03-18-2009, 06:06 PM
I'm sailing down the summer wind
I got whiskers on my chin
And I like the mood I'm in
As I while away the time of day
In the lee of Christian Island
Tall and strong she dips and reels
I call her Silver Heels
And she tells me how she feels
She's a good old boat and she'll stay afloat
Through the toughest gales and keep smilin'
But for one more day she would like to stay
In the lee of Christian Island

I'm sailing down the summer day
Where the fish and seagulls play
I put my troubles all away
And when the gales comes up I'll fill my cup
With the whiskey of the Highlands
She's a good old ship and she'll make the trip
From the lee of Christian Island

Tall and strong she slips along
I sing for her a song
And she leans into the wind
She's a good old boat and she'll stay afloat
Through the toughest gales and keep smilin'
When the summer ends we will rest again
In the lee of Christian Island



- Gordon Lightfoot

Tinman
03-18-2009, 06:08 PM
[quote=Captain Intrepid;2137380]Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish Ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain;
For we've received orders for to sail for old England,
But we hope in a short time to see you again.

Chorus:
We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt sea.
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty five leagues.

We hove our ship to with the wind from sou'west, boys
We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take;
'Twas forty-five fathoms, with a white sandy bottom,
So we squared our main yard and up channel did make.

chorus

The first land we sighted was called the Dodman,
Next Rame Head off Plymouth, off Portsmouth the Wight;
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover,
And then we bore up for the South Foreland light.

chorus

Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor,
And all in the Downs that night for to lie;
Let go your shank painter, let go your cat stopper!
Haul up your clewgarnets, let tacks and sheets fly!

chorus

Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper,
And let ev'ry man drink off his full glass;
We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy,
And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass.
chorus

---------------------------------------------------

Take me back to my western boat
Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's
Where the hog-downs sail
And the Fog horns wail
With my friends the Browns and the Clearys
Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's

Let me feel my dory lift
To the broad Atlantic combers
Where the tide rip swirls
And the wild ducks whirl
And old Neptune calls the numbers.
'Neath the wild Atlantic combers

Let me sail up Golden Bay
With my oilskins all a-streaming
From the thunder squalls when I hauled my trawls.
And my old Cape Ann a-gleaming
With my oilskins all a-streaming.

And let me view that ragged shore
With the beaches all a-glisten
With the caplin spawn
Where from dusk till dawn
You bait your trawn, and you listen
To the undertow a-hissin'.

And when I reach that last big shoal
Where the groundswells break asunder,
Where the wild sands roll to the surge's toll
Let me be a man and take it
When my dory fails to make it.

Oh take me back to that snug green cove
Where the seas roll up their thunder
There let me rest
In the Earth's cool breast
Where the stars shine out their wonder
And the seas roll up their thunder.


I'd like the second one sung at my funeral. It's just one of the most perfect songs I've ever heard.
[qoute]

The Irsih desendants do about the best job of that song I have ever heard. And it is a fantastic song. Although Stan Rogers "Mary Ellen Carter" ranks right up there too.

downthecreek
03-18-2009, 06:09 PM
Óró mó churacín ó, óró mo bháidín


Óró mo bháidín amuigh ar an gcuan,

óró mo bháidín


Faighigí na maidí is téimis chun siúil,

óró mo bháidín



Óró mó churacín ó, óró mo bháidín


Is álainn an lá é amuigh ar an gcuan,

óró mo bháidín


Ag tarraingt, ag tarraingt, ag tarraingt go buan,

óró mo bháidín


:)

Joe Dupere
03-18-2009, 06:21 PM
The Mingulay Boat Song


Heel yo ho, boys; let her go, boys;
Bring her head round, into the weather,
Hill you ho, boys, let her go, boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay
What care we though, white the Minch is?
What care we for wind or weather?
Let her go boys; every inch is
Sailing homeward to Mingulay.
Wives are waiting, by the pier head,
Or looking seaward, from the heather;
Pull her round, boys, then you'll anchor
'Ere the sun sets on Mingulay.
Ships return now, heavy laden
Mothers holdin' bairns a-cryin'
They'll return, though, when the sun sets
They'll return to Mingulay.

Joe, FPoP

TimH
03-18-2009, 06:22 PM
I’m all at sea
Where no one can bother me
Forgot my roots
If only for a day
Just me and my thoughts
Sailing far away

Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul
Please just leave me right here on my own
Later on you could spend some time with me
If you want to, all at sea

I’m all at sea
Where no-one can bother me
I sleep by myself
I drink on my own
I don’t speak to nobody
I gave away my phone

Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul
Please just leave me right here on my own
Later on you could spend some time with me
If you want to, all at sea

Now I need you more than ever
I need you more than ever now

If you don’t need it every day
But sometimes don’t you just crave
To disappear within your mind
You never know what you might find
So come and spend some time with me
And we will spend it all at sea

Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul
Please just leave me right here on my own
Later on you could spend some time with me
If you want to, all at sea

Ooooh
If you want to, all at sea
If you want to


- Jamie Cullum

paladin
03-18-2009, 06:53 PM
Last Farewell...Roger Whitaker...

Peter Malcolm Jardine
03-18-2009, 07:44 PM
The Pride of Newfoundland

They call me Big John Patterson,
and from St John's I do hail
With two sons and a daughter there
and a wife I love so well
from a house of shake and clapboard
that sits up upon the hill
built there by my father
so he could watch the ocean swell

Well, my da he was a fisherman
As his father was before
together they chased schools of cod
as far as Labrador
And he'd read us from this bible
about what the scriptures said
how the meek they shall inherit
the he'd tuck us into bed

He'd often say
When this old man
and this old boat should part
I know you'll take the wheel, John
you have the family heart

But we lost my brother Bill one spring
He was gone without a trace
from a sealing expedition
that set out from Harbour Grace

And it's been nine summers gone now
since my da has passed away
as he lay upon his dyin bed
the last words he did say:

The Patterson's, we're fisherman,
it twas what we're born to do
with Bill, and now, I'll soon be gone
John, there's no one left but you....

So I thank sweet Jesus up above
that he never saw the day
with all the boats lyin idle
and the nets all stored away

For the big ships, they took all we had
and twice as much besides
and left our nets lying empty
of all but eastern pride

So I crew aboard this freighter
as she drives across the sea
and I try hard to remember
that there's many more than me
relyin on these wages
that are earned by these two hands
and I keep my heart from breaking
when I'm far from Newfoundland

So if the sea should take my body
and the waves wash o'er my bones
please take this bible home
back to my wife and family

And let them toss it in the water
maybe one page at a time
sing the songs my father sang
rememberin better times

And ask the good lord up above
to stretch out his mighty hand
and bring the codfish back again
to the banks of Newfoundland

So we can cast our nets once more
and feel the salt upon our hands
all the waves beneath our feet
the pride of Newfoundland

Tinman
03-18-2009, 07:52 PM
Now this is a thread I can reall enjoy.. :o)

Flying Orca
03-18-2009, 08:24 PM
Here's one for you, Nick... wish I could sing it, but I choke up every time I try:

The Final Trawl (Archie Fisher)


It's been three long years since we made her pay
Haul away, my laddie-o
And we can't get by on the subsidy
Haul away, my laddie-o

So you heave away for the final trawl
Haul away... (continue similarly)
It's an easy pull for the catch is small
Haul away...

Now take your gear, lads, and batten down,
And I'll take her wheel, lads, and turn her 'round.

And then we'll join the 'Venture' and the 'Morning Star'
Riding high and empty toward the bar.

For I'd rather beach her on the Skerry rock
Than to see her torched in the breaker's dock

Then when I die, you can stow me down
In her rusty hold where the breakers sound

Then I'll make the haven of Fiddler's Green
Where the grub is good, and the bunks are clean

For I've fished a lifetime, boy and man
And the final trawl scarcely nets a cran

And it's three long years since we made her pay
And we can't get by on the subsidy

Flying Orca
03-18-2009, 08:28 PM
Here's one by one of my top fave bands. The guitar figure is lovely:

Sail On By (Oysterband)

We used to play down by the water when the spring was in the tide
And there was me and Cat McCluskey, and we ran down side by side
Those games and sweet collisions led to kisses like wet sand
I tried to hold the spring tide back, too young to understand

Sail, sail on by, over the deep dark ocean
Till the day I die, let the ocean carry me

In time I stood beside the harbour just to watch the gulls in flight
And there were girls so full of summer that they couldn't sleep at night
They moved so ripe and careless, how they let their shadows fall
I closed my eyes against the sun, or I couldn't see at all

CHORUS

The northeast wind is blowing stronger, the days are getting short
The summer boats have turned their heads 'round, they're running home to port
You'd keep me if you could, my love, you'd keep the world from harm
On empty sands we walk and walk together, arm in arm

CHORUS (2x)

...let the motion carry me.

Flying Orca
03-18-2009, 08:39 PM
Aaaaand... somebody mentioned Stan, so here are a couple of his I can't get through without choking up:

Tiny Fish For Japan (Stan Rogers)

Where Patterson Creek's muddy waters run down
Past the penny arcades, by the harbour downtown
All the old Turtlebacks rust in the rain
Like they never will leave there again

But leave there they will in the hours before dawn
Slip out in the darkness without word or song
For a few more years yet they will work while they can
To catch tiny fish for Japan.

No whitefish or trout here, we leave them alone
The inspectors raise hell if we take any home
What kind of fisherman can't eat his catch
Or call what he's taken his own?

But the plant works three shifts now, there's plenty of pay
We ship seventeen tons of this garbage each day
And if we want to eat fish, then we'll open a can
And catch tiny fish for Japan

In the Norfolk Hotel over far too much beer
The old guys remember when the water ran clear
No poisons with names that we can't understand
And no tiny fish for Japan...

So the days run together, each one is the same
And it's good that the smelt have no lovelier name
It's all just a job now, we'll work while we can
To catch tiny fish for Japan
...and we'll catch tiny fish for Japan.


The Last Watch (Stan Rogers)

They dragged her down, dead, from Tobermory
Too cheap to spare her one last head of steam
Deep in diesel fumes embraced
Rust and soot upon the face
Of one who was so clean

They brought me here to watch her in the boneyard
Just two old wrecks to spend the night alone
It's the dark inside this evil place
Clouds on the moon hide her disgrace
This whiskey hides my own...

It's the last watch on the Midland, the last watch alone
One last night to love her, the last night she's whole

My guess is that we were young together
Like hers, my strength was young and hard as steel
And like her too, I knew my ground
I scarcely felt the years go round
In answer to the wheel

But then they quenched the fire beneath the boiler
Gave me a watch and showed me out the door
At sixty-four, you're still the best
One year more, and then you're less
Than dust upon the floor

CHORUS

So here's to useless superannuation
And us old relics of the days of steam
In the morning, Lord, I would prefer
When men with torches come for her
Let angels come for me

CHORUS




(Incidentally, if you like Stan, you should know about his brother Garnet. As good a voice, a better musician IMNSHO, and quite possibly a better songwriter, especially now that he's well past Stan's 33 years. Nice guy, too.)

Joe Dupere
03-18-2009, 08:55 PM
The Final Trawl!! That's the one I was trying to think of when I posted the Mingulay boat song!! I heard both of those on "The
Thistle and Shamrock" one night, and they've haunted me ever
since.

Joe, FPoP

Flying Orca
03-18-2009, 09:05 PM
The Final Trawl certainly haunts me. Bok, Trickett, and Muir recorded a stunning version; I always wanted my band to do it, but I could never convince them, and I'd need some serious desensitisation therapy before I could get through it onstage. Kind of like Home Is Where The Heart Is by Sally Fingerett - just one of those songs that makes me cry.

I really like that part of myself. :)

Flying Orca
03-18-2009, 09:06 PM
Joe, you can't go wrong with this album:

http://www.folk-legacy.com/store/scripts/prodView.asp?idproduct=165

Tinman
03-18-2009, 09:39 PM
We disagree on a lot of things, but on Stan rogers and his kind of music, we are brothers in arms. Talk about choking up, I'll share a quick story about a song of his and it's impact. It isn't a sea shanty, but it is one of his best. I had just finished MC'ing the farm food aid day two years ago and mentioned it on the air that night. I played "Field behind the plow" as we went into the 8 o'clock news. The first call I took after we got back from that break was from a middle aged man who was so emotional, he could barely talk. All he could say was "that is my dad's story"
I'll never forget that call. Put a lump in my throat too. There is something about his music..

Flying Orca
03-18-2009, 09:46 PM
Absolutely. The first and last time I saw Stan live was about three weeks before he died, in a little farming town called Winkler MB. Lotta tough old (and not so old) guys snuffled some when he played Field Behind The Plow. It's the first song of his I ever learned to play and sing.

His son Nathan lives here now, and he's got the old man's talent though he's a wild one to be sure. Oystagirl knows Nathan some, and Garnet better. Now he (Garnet) is worth looking out for if he's playing near you; I don't think you'd regret taking in one of his shows.

Tinman
03-18-2009, 09:51 PM
Somehow I don't think I'd regret it either. That song sonds awesome on a Guild 12 string btw. On a slightly different note, do you know the words and chords to an old Irish Rover tune called the "I'm Alone"? The song is based on a true story about a Lunenburg rum runner that eventually got sunk trying to outrun the USCG. The resulting inquiry changed maritime law. I have looked everywhere for it, and can't come up with anything. Remembering 1.5 verses and the chorus is driving me nuts.

Flying Orca
03-18-2009, 09:55 PM
Nope, and I don't recall it from the three Rover albums we had when I was a kid. However... Will Millar lives here, I think, and I've run into him at various Irish musical thingies. If I see him again, I'll try to remember to ask him about that one... and if I get the chance, I'll ask around at the Irish Club and see if anyone knows how to get hold of him.

Tinman
03-18-2009, 09:59 PM
That would be awesome! It was on tall ships and salty dogs as I recall. I grew up on that band..

Oh ya.. where is "here"?

Flying Orca
03-18-2009, 09:59 PM
...or maybe he doesn't, sounds like he was just passing through when I've run into him... but I'll ask around...

Tinman
03-18-2009, 10:02 PM
Here is a little stan rogers fer ya..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3RiNCw7Q0yA&feature=related

Flying Orca
03-18-2009, 10:09 PM
Nice! Garnet looks like a baby... David Woodhead still playing bass... I didn't know he'd made a video. That's pretty cool.

Tinman
03-18-2009, 10:16 PM
Youtube has alot of stans stuff..

Flying Orca
03-18-2009, 10:17 PM
I suppose... I usually avoid youtube though. It's too much like television for my taste, and I can't bloody stand television. 'Sides, the sound quality is usually like unto that of a poorly tuned arse. ;)

Tinman
03-18-2009, 10:19 PM
LOL.. true enough. What kind of guitar do you play?? [ I could talk music all night ] Actually I'd rather sit around thekitchen table bawlin out sea shanties and bluegrass tunes.

Flying Orca
03-18-2009, 10:35 PM
We will do that one day. :)

My main guitar is a Morgan concert. I have a few others, as one does...

S B
03-18-2009, 10:36 PM
I remember sitting in my tiny room in CutThroat Island, Labrador, guitar in hand, very thin walls, driving everyone batty with Four Strong Winds, and Wreck of the John B...1960...and most all of Harry Belafonte's stuff....and then out on the water with a one lung engine on a 30 foot double ender...chunks of ice floating by, box of sand on the cabin sole and a coal burning cast iron stove to keep warm, fishing, getting 100 fish and throwing 99 back...same damn sculpin on the hook, and occasionally a salmon...and thinking nothing could be better....
The crew, you were with ,didn't bother to tell you to take in a couple of fathoms. Sculpins stay close to the bottom.I imagine they were enjoying it:)

brad9798
03-18-2009, 10:37 PM
INTO TO THE MYSTIC is my all time fave!

SOUTHER CROSS is great too!

I do also really like Jimmy Buffets line from that one song ... "He went to Paris ..." Or something like that. It goes:

Some of it's tragic
And some of it's magic
But I've had a good life all the way

That line always got my attention!

TimH
03-18-2009, 11:17 PM
BOAT IN BELIZE
Kelly McGuire
Boat in Belize - 2007

He sits at the bar
while he's waiting for charters
He's up at the crack of noon
At night he's at Frido's,
Dancing with ladies,
He's a strikingly handsome dude.

It couldn't get much better,
Sent his ex-wife a letter,
Saying there won't be any alimony soon...
I've been captured by natives,
Of a third world country
Under a Central American moon

He's got a boat in Belize,
A dock in San Pedro,
A coconut fall from the bar
He's got his back to the beach on his favorite barstool
He don't have to stumble too far...
He plies his trade in the islands,
Diving and trying to forget what he left all behind
He's just what he seems
He's living his dreams
Down in Belize.

Now the turquoise waters,
Pickled by palm trees,
Blowing in the tropical breeze
Barbeque Sundays, Bruce on the barbee...
The palapa bar down at BC's.

Now the traders and islanders, sailors and pirates
And divers and those with a scam,
And the tourists that meet him,
Like me want to be him,
And we're trying to come up with a plan.

He's got a boat in Belize,
A dock in San Pedro,
A coconut fall from the bar.
He's got his back to the beach on his favorite barstool,
He don't have to stumble too far...
He plies his trade in the islands,
Diving and trying to forget what he left all behind.
He's just what he seems,
He's living his dreams...
on his boat in Belize.
--------------------------------

Bob Adams
03-18-2009, 11:26 PM
Last Farewell...Roger Whitaker...

Oh yeah, I'd forgotten all about that one!

Larks
03-18-2009, 11:33 PM
So bend your backs and row me lads and take me to me whale
tonight we'll sing and dance and tomorrow night we'll sail
we'll sail into the harbour no prouder men than we
and show them all we've captured the monster from the sea....dai dai dai de dai de dai de dai dai....

that's all I can remember ..... 'might have to look it up..

Larks
03-18-2009, 11:35 PM
here it is:



The Whale
The Whale
(Terry Fielding and Fred Dyer)

(Am) (G) (Am)
Di Di Di Di DA Di DE Di Di

(Am) They sailed from port one morning the (G) weather it was (Am) fair
A gentle breeze it pushed them and (G) no one gave a (Am) care
They sang and danced and (Am7) laughed that night and D opened up a (E) keg
They're (Am) out to catch the monster whale that (G) took the captain's
(Am) Di Di Di Di Da (G) Di DE Di (Am)Di

(Am)The Captain said "a piece of gold for (G)him who sees me (Am)whale"
So bend your backs and row me boys I(G) know that we won't (Am)fail
Chorus (chords as Verse1)
So bend your backs and row me lads and take me to me whale.
Tonite we'll sing and dance and tomorrow nite we'll sail.
We'll sail into the harbour no prouder man ther'll be;
We'll show them all we captured the monster from the...
Di Di Di Di Di Da Di Di

They saw the whale one morning the weather it was fair
the men were white as ghosts, the Captain didn't care
I'll take this whale meself he cried the weak can stay behind
The strong can share my glory and tonicht they'll share my..
Di Di Di Di Di Da Di Di

The whale it came so close it was bigger than the sky
they lowered down the longboat and they heard the captain cry
Chorus
Bend your backs and row me lads and take me to me whale.
Tonite we'll sing and dance and tomorrow nite we'll sail.
We'll sail into the harbour no prouder man ther'll be;
We'll show them all we captured the monster from the...
Di Di Di Di Di Da Di Di

Chorus
The whale it came so close it almost tipped the boat
The captain took his spear and he rammed it down it's throat
the whale it gave a mournfull cry and tifted it's great tail a
and brought it down a crushing their small boat like a gale

(spoken) Now 100 years have passed since the Captain and his men
went down to spend their days in Davy Joneses' den
The whale it goes on living but inside it bears a scar
And if your ever neat that place a voice calls from afar

Chorus twice, last line:
We'll show them all we captured the monster from the sea

bucheron
03-19-2009, 06:52 AM
Oh yeah, I'd forgotten all about that one!

I was a volunteer on the Sail Training Schooner "South Passage" for a few years. I threw together these tribute lyrics . . . .

South Passage, Beautiful

adapted from "The Last Farewell"
by Roger Whittaker

There's a ship lies rigged and waiting in the harbour,
Tomorrow on a training trip she sails,
Raising anchor, making sail and steering,
Gazing at the stars and watching whales,
And I will be aboard that ship tomorrow,
My heart is full of cheer at this farewell,
South Passage Beautiful, Oh I have loved her dearly,
More dearly than the spoken words can tell.

They say that there'll be mountainous seas a-raging,
The peaceful seas we know so very well,
Oh how I love the well-wishers a-waving,
As we sail across the briny swell.
And part of us remains there on shore with them
as they are bidding us a fond "farewell'"
South Passage Beautiful, Oh I have loved her dearly,
More dearly than the spoken words can tell.

I've old and new companions all around me,
The friendships that are firmly forged at sea,
whether getting down the jib or choosing kayoes,
It's their strength and trust that mean the most to me.
And when I return to home once more to Brisbane,
I will drink some Fourex beer in its hotels,
South Passage Beautiful, Oh I have loved her dearly,
More dearly than the spoken words can tell.


cheers buchie.

PS a kayoe is the KOBT.

downthecreek
03-19-2009, 07:03 AM
The Mingulay Boat Song


Great tune, too. :)

Stu Fyfe
03-19-2009, 09:40 AM
Treat Her Like a Lady
By: jimmy buffett, david loggins
1979
Chorus:
Some of us sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why
I treat her like a lady
Just treat her like a lady

Now I don't like the sound of the ground movin' 'round
Or winds spinnin' out of control
California earthquakes, only seem to make a' me
Shake, rattle, and roll

I've been too long on the mainland
Hotels, rental cars, and phones
Time to cast 'em aside, catch the very next tide
And go back, where I belong

Chorus:
Some of us sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why
I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady

Now great whales travel the rhumb lines
Dodging those deadly harpoons
Spawning their young, as their ancestors done
In the depths of her hidden lagoons

There're times I find myself with them
And times I feel as they do
We're on a similar course, it's just a different source
But I'm in danger of extinction too

Chorus:
Some of us sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why
I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady

And miss her when I'm gone

(lady, lady) treat her like a lady
(lady, lady) treat her like a lady
(lady, lady) got to treat her like a lady
(lady, lady) treat her like a lady
Lady, lady
Lady, lady
Lady, lady

Willin'
03-19-2009, 11:37 AM
Everybody's talkin' at me
Can't hear a word they're sayin'
Only the echos of my mind
People stop and stare
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes

I'm Going where the sun keeps shinin'
Through the pourin' rain
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes
Bankin' off of a northeast wind
And sailin' on a summer breeze
Skippin' over the ocean like a stone

I'm Going where the sun keeps shinin'
Through the pourin' rain
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes
Bankin' off of a northeast wind
And sailin' on a summer breeze
Skippin' over the ocean like a stone

Everybody's talkin' at me
Can't hear a word they're sayin'
Only the echos of my mind
I won't let you leave my love behind
No, I won't let you leave my love behind
I won't let you leave my love behind
No, I won't let you leave my love behind

- Harry Nillson


Actually, this song was written by Fred Neill, probably one of the most undercredited and influential members of the great folk scare of the mid 60s. He also wrote another one of my favorites...Morning Dew.

Incidentally, he eventually tired of the music biz, moved to Cocoanut Grove, bought a schooner and stayed under the radar for the rest of his life.

A few of my favorite sailing songs include Christian Island by Gordon Lightfoot and Hills of Isle Au Haut by Gordon Bok (I think).

ccmanuals
03-19-2009, 11:51 AM
Starbuck - Moonlight Feels Right

(about the Chesapeake Bay)

The wind blew some luck in my direction
I caught it in my hands today
I finally made a tricky frech connection
You winked and gave me your ok
I'll take you on a trip beside the ocean
And drop the top at Chesapeake Bay
Ain't nothing like the sky to dose a potion
The moon'll send you on your way, ha, ha
Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right

We'll lay back and observe the constellations
And watch the moon smiling bright
I'll play the radio on southern stations
'Cause southern belles are hell at night
You say you came to Baltimore from Ole Miss
A class of '74 gold ring
The eastern moon looks ready for a wet kiss
To make the tide rise again, ha, ha
Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right

We'll see the sun come up on sunday mornin'
And watch it fade the moon away
I guess you know I'm givin' you a warnin'
'Cause me and moon are itchin' to play
I'll take you on a trip beside the ocean
And drop the top at Chesapeake Bay
Ain't nothing like the sky to dose a potion
The moon'll send you on your way
Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right

Tealsmith
03-19-2009, 12:26 PM
Sails
by Steve Warner

Sails are just like wings, you can fly from things
Run before the wind, Lord let it blow
Let it rock me slow while I sleep below
Dreaming dreams that only sailors know.
It will soothe your mind smooth away your lines
Set your clock back on your own time
If you sail with me we will find the sea
We will find our love over again.
--- Instrumental ---
It will soothe your mind smooth away your lines
Set your clock back on your own time
If you sail with me we will find the sea
We will find our love over again.
We will find our love over again...

Katherine
03-19-2009, 01:00 PM
A Pirate Looks at 40

By: jimmy buffett
1974
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
Youve seen it all, youve seen it all

Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of em dream, most of em dream

Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons dont thunder, theres nothin to plunder
Im an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late

Ive done a bit of smugglin, Ive run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last

And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I got stop wishin, got to go fishin
Down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends

(instrumental)

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
Though I ran em away, theyd come back one day
Still could manage to smile
Just takes a while, just takes a while

Mother, mother ocean, after all the years Ive found
My occupational hazard being my occupations just not around
I feel like Ive drowned, gonna head uptown

Coda:
I feel like Ive drowned, gonna head uptown

hokiefan
03-19-2009, 01:03 PM
INTO TO THE MYSTIC is my all time fave!

SOUTHER CROSS is great too!

I do also really like Jimmy Buffets line from that one song ... "He went to Paris ..." Or something like that. It goes:

Some of it's tragic
And some of it's magic
But I've had a good life all the way

That line always got my attention!

Always loved that line Brad. My favorite Jimmy Buffett song is:

The Captain and the Kid

By: Jimmy Buffett
1970
I never used to miss the chance to climb up on his knee
And listen to the many tales of life upon the sea
We'd go sailing back on Barkentines we'd talk of things he did
Tomorrow just a day away for the Captain and the kid

His world had gone from sailing ships to raking mom's backyard
He never could adjust to land although he tried so hard
We both were growing older then and wiser with the years
That's when I came to understand the course his heart still steers

He died about a month ago while winter filled the air
And though I cried I was so proud to love a man so rare
He's somewhere on the ocean now that's where he oughta be
With one hand on the starboard rail he's wavin' back at me

I never used to miss the chance to climb up on his knee
And listen to the many tales of life upon the sea
We'd go sailing back on Barkentines talk of things he did
The world was just a day away for the Captain and the kid
For the Captain and this kid

Cheers,

Bobby

paladin
03-19-2009, 01:57 PM
S B......eventually I caught on to that one....The fellow that I learned from was an old former employee of McGruers......

S.V. Airlie
03-19-2009, 02:04 PM
umm, Brandi ( brandy ) the woman left behind as the sea was the first mistress. Don't know who sang it but it pulls the strings.

TomF
03-19-2009, 02:24 PM
All this talk of Stan Rogers, and nobody's mentioned one of my favourites. Another that regularly makes me choke up.


"Free in the Harbour"

Well, it's blackfish at play in Hermitage Bay,
From Pushthrough across to Bois Island;
They broach and they spout and they lift their flukes out,
And they wave to a town that is dying.
Now, it's many the boats that have plied on the foam,
Hauling away! Hauling away!
But there's many more fellows been leaving their homes,
Where the whales make free in the harbour.

It's at Portage and Main you'll see them again,
On their way to the hills of Alberta;
With lop-side grins, they waggle their chins,
And they brag of the wage they'll be earning.
Then it's quick, pull the string boys, and get the loot out,
Haul it away! Haul it away!
But just two years ago you could hear the same shout,
Where the whales make free in the harbour.

Free in the harbour; the blackfish are sporting again,
Free in the harbour, untroubled by comings and goings of men;
Who once did pursue them as oil from the sea,
Hauling away! Hauling away!
Now they're Calgary roughnecks from Hermitage Bay,
Where the whales make free in the harbour.

Well, it's living they've found, deep in the ground,
And if there's doubts, it's best they ignore them;
Nor think on the bones, the crosses and stones,
Of their fathers that came there before them.
In the taverns of Edmonton, fishermen shout,
Haul it away! Haul it away!
They left three hundred years buried up by the bay,
Where the whales make free in the harbour.

Free in the harbour; the blackfish are sporting again,
Free in the harbour, untroubled by comings and goings of men;
Who once did pursue them as oil from the sea,
Hauling away! Hauling away!
Now they're Calgary roughnecks from Hermitage Bay,
Where the whales make free in the harbour.

Free in the harbour.... again.

hokiefan
03-19-2009, 02:27 PM
umm, Brandi ( brandy ) the woman left behind as the sea was the first mistress. Don't know who sang it but it pulls the strings.

Looking Glass

ccmanuals
03-19-2009, 05:06 PM
Son of a Sailer:

Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
By: Jimmy Buffett
1978
As the son of a son of a sailor
I went out on the sea for adventure
Expanding the view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man
I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
And I learned much from both of their styles

Chorus:
Son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

Now away in the near future
Southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border

And the lady she hails from Trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweet
And the rum is for all your good vices

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
That our forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings
It's a son of a gun of a chorus

Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I cruise along always searchin' for songs
Not a lawyer a thief or a banker

But a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer

TimH
03-19-2009, 06:07 PM
Styx Come Sail Away lyrics

I'm sailing away
Set an open course for the virgin sea
For I've got to be free
Free to face the life that's ahead of me
On board I'm the captain
So climb aboard
We'll search for tomorrow
On every shore
And I'll try, oh Lord, I'll try
To carry on
I look to the sea
Reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends
And the dreams we had
We lived happily forever
So the story goes
But somehow we missed out
On the pot of gold
But we'll try best that we can to carry on
A gathering of angels appeared above our heads
They sang to us this song of hope and this is what they said
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
I thought that they were angels
But to my surprise
We climbed aboard their starship
And headed for the skies

openboater
03-19-2009, 08:38 PM
The mate was a mighty sailing man
the skipper brave and sure
5 passengers set sail that day
for a 3 hour tour

a 3 hour tourrrrrrr

Katherine
03-19-2009, 08:47 PM
umm, Brandi ( brandy ) the woman left behind as the sea was the first mistress. Don't know who sang it but it pulls the strings.She did her best to understand.

Captain Blight
03-19-2009, 09:18 PM
On my last boat, I had a little brass plaque engraved at a local jewelry store. It read



NO Jimmy Buffet
By any one
At any time
In any amount

And people who didn't believe me and tried to force the issue got their CDs sacrificed to Neptune. Cut a guy's guitar strings onboard once too, about half a chord into "Margaritiaville." I have nothing against the guy personally, I just loathe his music.




Drunken Boat
the Pogues



The wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town
A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down
A blade of light upon the spit came sweeping through the roar
With me head inside a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor

Mother pack me bags because I'm off to foreign parts
Don't ask me where I'm going 'cause I'm sure it's off the charts
I'll pin your likeness on the wall right buy my sleeping head
I'll send you cards and letters so you'll know that I'm not dead

By this time in a week I should be far away from home
Trailing fingers through the phospor or asleep in flowers of foam
From Macao to Acapulco from Havana to Seville
We'll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up on the hill

An aria with the Russians at the piano in the bar
With icefloes through the window we raised glasses to the Czar
We squared off on a dockside with a coupled hundred Finns
And we dallied in the 'dilly and we stoked ourselves with gin

Now the only deck I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet
And the only sea I want to sail
Is the darkened pond in the scented dusk
Where a kid crouched full of sadness
Lets his boat go drifting out
Into the evening sun

We sailed through constellations and were rutted by the storm
I crumpled under cudgel blows and finally came ashore
I spent the next two years or more just staring at the wall
We went to sea to see the world and what d'you think we saw?

If we turned the table upside down and sailed around the bed
Clamped knives between our teeth and tied bandannas round our heads
With the wainscot our horizon and the ceiling as the sky
You'd not expect that anyone would go and f*cking die

At nights we passed the bottle round and drank to our lost friends
We lay alone upon our bunks and prayed that this would end
A wall of moving shadows with rows of swinging keys
We dreamed that whole Leviathans lay rotting in the weeds

There's a sound that comes from miles away if you lean your head to hear
A ship's bell rings on board a wreck where the air is still and clear
And up in heaven that means another angel's got his wings
But all below it signifies is a ship's gone in the drink


And of course, MAdM: Followed the Wave (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYIn7rJ5FlA)

Tinman
03-19-2009, 09:33 PM
Tom, I have a confession to make. There is almost none of his songs I don't like. We haven't mentioned "The Athens Queen" or "Fogarty's Cove" either.

Fogarty's cove.

We just lost sight of the Queens port light,down the bay before us. The wind is blowin some cold to day with just a wee touch of snow. Along the shore come lazy head, hard abeam half Island, tonight we'll let the anchor go, down in fogarty's cove.

She will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the coamers rollin, till I come by albro's chance again, down in fogarty's cove
She will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the coamers rollin, till I come by albro's chance again, down in fogarty's cove.

My Sara's like a ravens wing, her hair is like her mothers. With hands that make quick work of her chores, and eyes like the top of a stove. At suppertime she'll walk the beach, wrapped in my old duffel, with her eyes upon teh mast head reach, down in Fogarty's cove.

She will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the coamers rollin, till I come by albro's chance again, down in fogarty's cove
She will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the coamers rollin, till I come by albro's chance again, down in fogarty's cove.

She cries when I'm away to sea, nags me when I'm with her. She'd rather I'da government job or maybe go on the dole. But I love the wave as I put about, nose into the channel my Sara keeps a supper and a bed for me, down in Fogarty's cove

She will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the coamers rollin, till I come by albro's chance again, down in fogarty's cove
She will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the coamers rollin, till I come by albro's chance again, down in fogarty's cove.

Pugwash
03-19-2009, 09:38 PM
the Pogues



Some man that Shane McGowan....eh? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w52I72-1FT4)



Has nobody suggested Rod Stewart (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zW2-_01i48w)yet?


Good, I'd prolly puke if they did...

:(

Captain Blight
03-19-2009, 09:43 PM
Drunken Boat is off "Waiting for Herb" and was written and recorded after Mr McGowan "left the band." Saw them on that tour. Awesome show. Jem Fearney plays accordion like Jimmy Hendrix.

watson1990
03-19-2009, 11:01 PM
Brandy,your a fine girl,what a good wife you would be...
The looking glass...Very early 70's maybe 1971 ? They released that and made a guy named barry manilow change the name of a song he was about to release...he changed it to MANDY

watson1990
03-19-2009, 11:24 PM
This is an old song ...written by and recorded by "The man" Gordon Lightfoot...I will post alink for the video as soon as possible.

Marie Christine

Have you seen the lighthouse shining from the rock
For the ship Marie Christine and all her gallant lot
Now have you seen the lighthouse
Oh we are close to land
Cried the brave young captain to his wretched band
Now have you seen the harbor cried Marie Christine
Have you seen the jagged rocks in the waters in between
Now have you seen the lighthouse
Oh save me if you can
For if you do I promise I'll never sail again

Now have you seen the lighthouse shining from the rock
Cried the brave young captain to his wretched lot
Now gather all your photographs
And don your coats of blue
If anyone can save us now, Marie Christine 'tis you

When I first saw Marie Christine the woman that she was
I ssigned aboard toman her sails and honor well her cause
I christened her with old champagne
And I drove her to the west
Of all the men who sailed on her, in truth I sailed her best

Have you seen the lighthouse shining from the rock
For the ship Marie Christine and all her gallant lot
Now have you seen the lighthouse
Oh we are close to land
Cried the brave young captain to his wretched band

Come all ye would be sailors
All ye would be sailors
All ye would be sailors
If anyone can save us now, Marie Christine 'tis you
If anyone can save us now, Marie Christine 'tis you

ChrisF
03-19-2009, 11:56 PM
Little River

Little River, lighted whistle, cry no more
Sleepy sound from the breakers calling me back to shore

Whistle it soft to the silver river
Whistle it loud to the drumming sea
Whistle it low to the moon and the morning
Not to me, never to me

For I'm swinging high in another country, swinging low
Playing it easy, the dolphins follow me where I go

Whistle it loud to the floodtide making
Whistle it soft to the wheeling sun
Whistle it wild to my girl's heart breaking
She'll remember, she was the one

Spring comes warm to Little River, storm comes black
I was headed home when the Indian Giver took me back

Whistle it high to the grey-beard breakers
Where the secret over the great shoals ran
Whistle the world that was in my pocket
When I had pockets, when I was a man

- Ruth Moore

Or maybe:

The Lock Keeper

You say, "Well-met again, Lock-keeper!
We're laden even deeper than the time before,
Oriental oils and tea brought down from Singapore."
As we wait for my lock to cycle
I say, "My wife has just given me a son."
"A son!" you cry, "Is that all that you've done?"

She wears bougainvilla blossoms.
You pluck 'em from her hair and toss 'em in the tide,
Sweep her in your arms and carry her inside.
Her sighs catch on your shoulder;
Her moonlit eyes grow bold and wiser through her tears
And I say, "How could you stand to leave her for a year?"

"Then come with me" you say, "to where the Southern Cross
Rides high upon your shoulder."
"Come with me!" you cry,
"Each day you tend this lock, you're one day older,
While your blood runs colder."
But that anchor chain's a fetter
And with it you are tethered to the foam,
And I wouldn't trade your life for one hour of home.

Sure I'm stuck here on the Seaway
While you compensate for leeway through the trades;
And you shoot the stars to see the miles you've made.
And you laugh at hearts you've riven,
But which of these has given us more love or life,
You, your tropic maids, or me, my wife.

"Then come with me" you say, "to where the Southern Cross
Rides high upon your shoulder."
"Ah come with me!" you cry,
"Each day you tend this lock, you're one day older,
While your blood runs colder."
But that anchor chain's a fetter
And with it you are tethered to the foam,
And I wouldn't trade your life for one hour of home.
Ah your anchor chain's a fetter
And with it you are tethered to the foam,
And I wouldn't trade your whole life for just one hour of home.

-Stan Rogers, of course.


By the bye, "Everybody's Talkin'" was actually written by Fred Neil, and them as hasn't heard it in his craggy baritone have a treat in store, IMHO.

ChrisF
03-20-2009, 12:00 AM
I will say, though, that if you have to compensate for leeway through the trades, you is goin' the WRONG WAY.

Robert L E
03-20-2009, 12:22 AM
"Does anyone know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
She might have broke up
or she might have capsized,
broke deep and took water.
Now all that remains
are the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters."

I like Lightfoot's "Edmund Fitzgerald".

Bob

(Of course, there is also "Anchors Aweigh" because we used to sing it in the car while my dad was driving on vacation. He is a Navy WWII vet.)

Flying Orca
03-20-2009, 12:34 PM
All this talk of Stan Rogers, and nobody's mentioned one of my favourites. Another that regularly makes me choke up.


"Free in the Harbour"

I almost posted that one next, along with White Squall, but I figured I'd best stop spamming the thread. Well, and my home computer died.

Flying Orca
03-20-2009, 12:37 PM
Jem Fearney plays accordion like Jimmy Hendrix.

<pedant>James Fearney plays accordion. Jem Finer plays banjo and other stuff.</pedant>

Captain Intrepid
03-20-2009, 07:04 PM
I will say, though, that if you have to compensate for leeway through the trades, you is goin' the WRONG WAY.

Technically, you'll still have to compensate for leeway unless the wind is exactly at 180 for your entire route and even then when you calculate speed made good you'll still be including leeway in the equation, it's just in the direction of your course.
:D

Captain Blight
03-20-2009, 09:42 PM
<pedant>James Fearney plays accordion. Jem Finer plays banjo and other stuff.</pedant>
You're right, of course. In my defense, I think we were all 3 of us pretty drunk that night.

ShagRock
03-21-2009, 01:04 AM
Old Polina - Lyrics by Great Big Sea


There's a noble fleet of whalers, they're sailing from Dundee
Manned by British sailors that take them o'er the sea.
On a western ocean passage, we started on the trip,
We flew along just like a song on a gallant whaling ship.
Was the second Sunday morning, just after leaving port,
We met a heavy sou'west gale and washed away our boat.
It washed away our quarterdeck, our stanchions just as well,
And so we set the whole shabang a floatin' in the gale.


(Chorus) For the wind was on our quarter, the engines working free
There's not another whaler that sails the Arctic Sea
Can beat the old Polina, you need not try my sons,
We challenged all both great and small from Dundee to St John's.


Art Jackman set his canvas, Fair Weather galloped steam
And Captain Guy the daring boy came plunging through the stream
And Mullins in the Husky tried to beat the bloody lot
But to beat the Old Polina boys was something he could not.
(Chorus)
There's the noble Terra Nova, a model without doubt,
The Arctic and Aurora, they talk so much about.
Art Jackman's model mail boat, the terror of the sea,
Tried to beat the old Polina on a passage from Dundee.
(Chorus)
Now we're back in old St. John's where rum is very cheap
We'll drink a health of Captain Guy who brought us o'er the deep,
A health to all our sweethearts, and to our wives so fair,
Not another ship could make the trip, the Polina I declare!


For the wind was on our quarter, the engines working free
There's not another whaler that sails the Arctic Sea
Can beat the old Polina, you need not try my sons,
We challenged all both great and small from Dundee to St John's.

Vince Brennan
03-21-2009, 01:23 AM
From one of Denny Bok's records (I think with Ed and Annie)


Methinks I see a host of craft, spreading their sails alee,
As down the Humber they do glide, all bound for the Northern sea;
Methinks I see on each small craft a crew with hearts so brave
Going out to earn their daily bread upon the restless wave.

And it's threescore and ten, boys and men, were lost from Grimsby town;
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough, many hundreds more were drowned.
Our herring-craft, our trawlers, our fishing-smacks as well,
They long did fight, that bitter night, their battle with the swell.

Methinks I see them yet again as they leave this land behind,
Casting their nets into the sea, the herring shoals to find;
Methinks I see them yet again, and they on board all right,
With their nets hove in and their decks cleaned up, and their sidelights burning bright.

— chorus...

Methinks I hear the Captain say, "My lads, we'll shorten sail,
For the sky, to all appearances , looks like approaching gale."
Methinks I see then yet again, and the midnight hour was past;
Their little craft a-battling there all with the icy blast.

—Chorus...

October's night brought such a sight, 'twas never seen before —
There was masts and yards and broken spars come a-driving in to shore.
There was many a heart of sorrow, there was many a heart so brave,
There was many a fine and a hearty lad to find a watery grave.

—chorus...

Vince Brennan
03-21-2009, 01:35 AM
For a bit more humour: (by Warner & Davis)
(I'll be damned if THEY sang ever verse, neither!)

The Liverpool Song, or, "Paddy Lay Back"



Paddy Lay Back

'Twas a cold and dreary morning in December
December
All of me money, it was spent,
Spent, spent
Where it went to, Lord, I can't remember
Remember
So down to the shipping office I went
Went, went!

Paddy lay back, Paddy lay back!
Take in the slack, Take in the slack
Take a turn around the capstan, Heave a pawl! Heave a pawl....
About ship's stations, boys, be handy, Be handy!
We're bound for Valipariso 'round the Horn!

That day there was a great demand for sailors,
For the colonies, for 'Frisco and for France.
So I shipped aboard a limey barque, the Hotspur,
An' got paralytic drunk on my advance.

Now I joined her on a cold December mornin',
A-frappin' o' me flippers to keep me warm,
With the south cone a-hoisted as a warnin',
To stand by the comin' of a storm.

Now some of our fellers had been drinkin',
An' I meself was heavy on the booze.
An' I was on me ol' sea-chest a' thinkin'
I'd turn into me bunk an' have a snooze.

I woke up in the mornin' sick an' sore,
I knew I was outward bound again;
I hears a voice a-bawlin' at the door,
``Lay aft, ye sods, an' answer to yer names.''

'Twas on the quarterdeck where I first saw 'em.
Such an ugly bunch I never seen before,
For the captain had shipped a shanghai crew of Dutchmen
An' it made me poor ol' heart feel sick and sore.

There was Spaniards an' Dutchmen an' Rooshians,
An' Johnny Crapoos jist acrost from France.
An' most of them could speak no word of English,
But answered to the name of `Month's Advance!'

I wisht I was in the ``Jolly Sailor,''
Along with Irish Kate a-drinkin' beer,
An' then I thought what jolly chaps were sailors,
An' with me flipper I wiped away a tear.

I knew that in me box I had a bottle,
By the boardin'-master 'twas put there;
An' I wanted something for to wet me throttle,
Somethin' for to drive away dull care.

So down upon me knees I went like thunder,
Put me hand into the bottom o' the box,
An' what wuz me great surprise an' wonder,
Found only a bottle o' medicine for the pox.

I axed the mate a-which a-watch was mine-O,
Says he, ``I'll soon pick out a-which is which,''
An' he blowed me down an' kicked me hard a stern-O,
Callin' me a lousy, dirty son o' a bitch.

Now we singled up an' got the tugs alongside,
They towed us through the locks an' out to sea;
With half the crew a-pukin' o'er the ship's side,
An' the bloody fun that started sickened me.

Although me poor ol' head wuz all a-jumpin',
We had to loose her rags the followin' morn;
I dream the boardin'-master I was thumpin',
When I found out he'd sent me around the Horn.

I swore I would become a beachie-comber,
An' niver go to sea no ruddy more;
For niver did I want to be a roamer,
I'd shanghai the boardin'-master an' stay ashore.

But when we got to bully ol' Vallaparaiser,
In the Bay we dropped our mudhook far from shore;
The Ol' Man he refused ter let us raise 'er,
An' he stopped the boardin'-masters comin' aboard.

I quickly made me mind up that I'd jump 'er,
I'd leave the beggar an' git a job ashore;
I swum across the Bay an' went an' left 'er,
An' in the English Bar I found a (verynicegirl).

But Jimmy the Wop (Crimp) he knew a thing or two, sir,
An' soon he'd shipped me outward bound again;
On a Limey to the Chinchas for guanner,
An' soon wuz I a-roarin' this refrain.

So there was I once more again at sea, boys,
The same ol' ruddy business o'er again.
Oh, stamp the caps'n round an' make some noise, boys,
An' sing again this dear ol' sweet refrain.

Tinman
03-21-2009, 07:01 AM
These old songs bring back alot of memories...

oystagirl
03-21-2009, 02:18 PM
Here's one of my faves (another Oysterband song, of course.) It's a bit of a downer, but it's a beautiful song:


The Story (Alan Prosser/Ian Telfer)

When the wind is high, the whitecaps curl
The waters run with an oily swirl
The skipper says, I love this world
It's the only one we'll see;
If your luck is in, you can see the fish
Though they swim as deep as your deepest wish
The sound of his voice was feverish
And he gave the wheel to me

Who writes the story? I don't know any more
Maybe nothing's what it seems
Spare me the glory, just get me safe on shore
And I'll only put to sea in my dreams

The sky grew dark and it blew a squall
We saw the weather-glass fall and fall
Then a wave rose up like a mountain wall
We stared up at the sea;
With a mortgaged boat and a stack of debt
Maybe more than your feet get wet
He looked, he shrugged, he cut the net
He set his fortune free

Who writes the story? I don't know any more
Maybe nothing's what it seems
Spare me the glory, just get me safe on shore
And I'll only put to sea in my dreams

The skipper yelled, We can haul and bail
We can fight like hell but we always fail
To the beast with the green and glittering scales
Rolling loose below;
The wave came on and we couldn't hide
We spun half-round and began to slide
Maybe that's when the skipper went over the side
We never saw him go

Love, are you glory? I don't know any more
Maybe nothing's what it seems
Out of the story just bring me safe to shore
And I'll only put to sea
Who writes the story? I don't know any more
Maybe nothing's what it seems
Spare me the glory, just get me safe on shore
And I'll only put to sea in my dreams

The ship's hull rang with a single crash
We shot to the top like a trumpet blast
Then the sea grew calm as a looking-glass …
I hid my face and cried

goodbasil
03-21-2009, 02:59 PM
Not a sailing song, but if one changes a few words it might work.

"Born to be Wild"
Steppenwolf
Words and music by Mars Bonfire

Get your gaffsail hoisted
Head out on the runway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever, comes ourway

http://www.steppenwolf.com/lyr/brntbwld.html

Should I ever sail the Hudson River

(Bit of a stretch.)

elf
03-21-2009, 03:11 PM
She went down last October in a pouring, driving rain
The skipper had been drinking and the mate he felt no pain
Too close to Three Mile Rock and she was dealt her mortal blow
And the Mary Ellen Carter settled low
There was just us five aboard her when she finally was awash
We'd worked like hell to save her, all heedless of the cost
And the groan she gave as she went down it caused us to proclaim
That the Mary Ellen Carter would rise again

Well the owners wrote her off, not a nickel would they spend
She gave twenty years of service, boys, then met her sorry end
But insurance paid the loss to us, so let her rest below
Then they laughed at us and said we had to go
But we talked of her all winter, some days around the clock
She's worth a quarter million a-floating at the dock
And with every jar that hit the bar we swore we would remain
And make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again

Rise again, rise again
Let her name not be lost to the knowledge of men
All those who loved her best and were with her to the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again

All spring now we've been with her on a barge lent by a friend
Three dives a day in a hard hat suit and twice I've had the bends
Thank God it's only sixty feet and the currents here are slow
Or I'd never have the strength to go below
But we patched her rents, stopped her vents, dogged hatch and porthole down
Put cables to her fore and aft and girded her around
Tomorrow noon we hit the air and then take on the strain
And make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again

Rise again, rise again
Let her name not be lost to the knowledge of men
All those who loved her best and were with her to the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again

For we couldn't leave her there, you see, to crumble into scale
She'd saved our lives so many times, living through the gale
And the laughing, drunken rats who left her to a sorry grave
They won't be laughing in another day
And you to whom adversity has dealt the final blow
With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go
Turn to, put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
And like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again

Rise again, rise again
Though your heart it be broken and life about to end
No matter what you've lost, be it a home, a love, a friend
Like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again

Tinman
03-21-2009, 08:58 PM
elf. That is the very first Stan tune I ever heard, and it is still my favorite.

2MeterTroll
03-21-2009, 09:43 PM
And its wave over wave
sea over bow
Iam as happy a man as the sea will allow.

Theres no other life for a sailor like me.

wave over wave by great big sea.

then theres Frigging in the rigging by nine inch nails.