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Henry Martyn - 4:03
04:06
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[Note: Lyrics appear as they are sung by the informant or as found in Helen’s
accompanying notes. Unclear or unidentified lyrics are marked by ___ . ]
1 Henry Martyn - Mrs. Edward Gallagher [4:03]
AC: 2239 - MF NO: 289.100 & 102
Recorded: Chebucto Head, 1943. See: TSNS p. 86.
There were three brothers in fair London town,
In fair London town lived three,
And they cast lots for to see which of them
Would go robbing all on the salt sea; salt sea, salt sea,
And they cast lots for to see which of them
Would go robbing all on the salt sea.
The lot it fell to Henry Martyn
The youngest of the three,
That he should go robbing all on the salt sea
To maintain his two brothers and he; and he, and he,
That he should go robbing all on the salt sea
To maintain his two brothers and he.
He had not sailed many cold winter’s nights
Many cold winter’s nights sailed he,
‘Til he spied a fair lofty ship coming in,
A-bearing down under his lee; his lee, his lee,
‘Til he spied a fair lofty ship coming in,
A-bearing down under his lee.
"Who’s there? Who’s there?" cried Henry Martyn,
"Who’s there? Who’s there?" cried he,
"Tis a rich merchant ship for fair London bound",
"Will you please for to let me pass by; pass by, pass by?"
"Tis a rich merchant ship for fair London bound,
Will you please for to let me pass by?"
"Pass by? Pass by?" said Henry Martyn,
"Such a thing could never be,
Since I been sent roving upon the salt sea,
To maintain my two brothers and me; and me, and me,
Since I been sent roving upon the salt sea,
To maintain my two brothers and me."
"Pull down your main topsail or square your foreyard,
And bring your ship under my lee,
And I will take from you your rich flowing gold,
And your mariners sink in the sea; the sea, the sea,
And I will take from you your rich flowing gold,
And your mariners sink in the sea."
"I’ll not pull down my main topsail or square my fore yard,
Or bring my ship under your lee,
But I will fight you for my rich flowing gold,
And my mariners safe on the sea ...
Then broadside to broadside those two ships did fight,
For the space of two hours or three,
‘Till Henry Martyn he gave him his death wound,
And his mariners sank in the sea; the sea, the sea,
‘Till Henry Martyn he gave him his death wound,
And his mariners sank in the sea.
Bad news, bad news for old England,
Bad news as there could be,
A rich merchant ship has been robbed of her gold,
And her mariners sank in the sea; the sea, the sea ...
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The Golden Vanity - 1.27
01:30
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2 The Golden Vanity - Earl Smith [1:27]
AC: 2146 - MF NO: 289.241
Recorded: Lower Clark’s Harbour, July 19, 1949.
A ship come ___ got in the north country
And she goes by the name of the Golden Vanity,
I fear that she’ll be taken by the Spanish ___,
As she sails by the low lands, low lands low,
As she sails by the low lands, low.
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Golden Vanity - 2:34
02:37
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Golden Vanity - Mrs. Edward Gallagher [2:34]
AC: 2224 - MF NO: 289.29
Recorded: Chebucto Head, 1943. See: TSNS p. 101.
There was a rich merchant ship from the northern country,
The name of the ship was the Golden Vanity,
They were scared they’d be taken by the Spanish enemy,
That sailed upon the lowlands, lowlands, low,
That sailed upon the lowlands, low.
Then up spoke a youth, he was a cabin boy,
He said to the captain, “Oh, what will you give me,
If I swim alongside the Spanish enemy,
And sink her in the lowlands, lowlands, low,
And sink her in the lowlands, low?”
“Oh, I will give you silver and I will give you gold,
I’ll give my only daughter your bride to have and hold,
If you will swim alongside the Spanish enemy,
And sink her in the lowlands, lowlands, low,
And sink her in the lowlands, low.”
Then the boy made ready and overboard sprang he,
He swam alongside of the Spanish enemy,
And with his auger sharp in his side he bored holes three,
And he sank her in the lowlands, lowlands, low,
And he sank her in the lowlands, low.
Then the boy turned ‘round and back again swam he,
He called to the skipper of the Golden Vanity,
But the skipper would not heed from his promise would be freed,
So he left him in the lowlands, lowlands, low,
So he left him in the lowlands, low.
Then the boy turned ‘round and swam to the port side,
He called to his shipmates and bitterly he cried,
Saying, “Shipmates, pick me up for I’m drifting with the tide,
And I’m sinking in the lowlands, lowlands, low,
And I’m sinking in the lowlands, low.”
Then his shipmates picked him up but on the deck he died,
They wrapped him in his hammock which was so long and wide,
They lowered him overboard and he drifted with the tide,
And he sank beneath the lowlands, lowlands, low,
And he sank beneath the lowlands, low.
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The Chesapeake and Shannon - Mrs. Edward Gallagher [2:34]
AC: 2224 - MF NO: 289.29
Recorded: Chebucto Head, 1943. [In June, 1813, during the War of 1812, the American Chesapeake came out of Boston Harbour to fight the British Shannon. The Shannon was victorious and took the Chesapeake back to Halifax in victory.] See: TSNS p. 266.
‘Twas the glorious fourth of June,
At ten o’clock in the forenoon,
That we sailed out of Boston Bay,
That we sailed out of Boston Bay,
For to fight the Chesapeake boys.
The Chesapeake mounted forty-nine guns,
With four hundred and twenty of Columbia’s picked sons,
The Yankees thought they would never run,
The Yankees thought they would never run,
They being all picked Yankee heroes.
The Shannon mounted guns the same
With less men but of better fame,
To beat those Yankees it was their aim,
To beat those Yankees it was their aim,
To show them, Rule Britannia.
Up spoke our gallant Captain Broke,
Saying, “To beat those Yankees it is no joke,
Your guns sponge well and make them tell,
Your guns sponge well and make them tell,
For Yankees they don’t like the smell of British balls and powder.”
Bold Wallis being next in command,
So boldly on the deck did stand,
Saying, “Fire on brave boys, the day’s our own,
Since Bunker Hill brought forth a groan,
The Chesapeake is falling.”
We had but twenty minutes work to do,
While Yankee bullets around us flew,
We boarded her, down her colours drew,
We boarded her, down her colours drew,
And struck them to the Shannon.
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Broken Ring Song - 3:01
03:04
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Broken Ring Song - Mrs. Edward Gallagher [3:01]
AC: 2239 - MF NO: 289.100 & 102
Recorded: Chebucto Head, 1943. See: TSNS p. 134.
As a sailor walked all in a garden,
A pretty maiden he chanced to spy,
It was for to view her he stepped up to her,
And said, “Fair lady, can you fancy I?”
She said, “Seven years since my love has left me,
And seven years since I did him see,
And another seven I’ll wait upon him,
Perhaps he’ll come back and marry me.”
“Perhaps your lover, he is married,
And is enjoying wedded bliss,
And perhaps your love he is dead and buried,
The heavy ocean rolls o’er his breast.”
“If he be married I hope he’s happy,
If he be dead I wish him rest,
But for his sake I will never marry,
The reason why is I love him best.”
“What if I be your single sailor,
The one you don’t expect me to be,
Oh, what if I be your single lover
Who has come back for to marry thee?”
“If you be my single sailor,
The one I don’t expect you to be,
Show me the ring that was broke between us,
And when I see it I will believe.”
He put his hand all in his bosom,
His fingers being both brown and small,
He pulled out the token between them broken,
And when she saw it she down did fall.
He picked her up all in his arms,
And said, “Fair lady I’m none the worse,
For I have plenty of gold and silver,
The cruel ocean I’ll ne’er more cross.”
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The Mermaid - 2:35
02:38
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The Mermaid - Earl Smith [2:35]
AC: 2146 - MF NO: 289.241
Recorded: Lower Clark’s Harbour, July 19, 1949. [Mr. Smith told Helen that the song was “based on the old superstition that it was unlucky to see a mermaid combing her hair ...”.] See: TSNS p. 106
‘Twas Friday morn when we set sail,
And we sailed not far from the land,
When our captain espied a lovely mermaid,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.
Oh the ocean waves may roll,
And the stormy winds may blow,
While we jolly sailors go skipping to the tops,
And the land-lubbers lie down below, below, below,
And the land-lubbers lie down below.
Then out spake the captain of our gallant ship,
Who at once did the peril see,
“I have married a wife in fair London town,
And this night she a widow will be.”
Then out spake the cook of our gallant ship,
And a fine old cook was he,
“I care much more for my pots and my pans,
Than I do for the bottom of the sea.”
Then out spake the cabin boy of our gallant ship,
And a fair-haired lad was he,
“I’ve a father and mother in fair London town,
And this night they’ll be weeping for me.”
Then three times ‘round went our gallant ship,
And three times ‘round went she,
Oh, three times ‘round went our gallant ship,
And she sank to the bottom of the sea.
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Brigantine Sirocco - Charlie Harnish [3:05]
AC: 2146 - MF NO: 289.241
Recorded: Ragged Harbour, July 14, 1949. See: SBNS p. 228. [While it is more commonly called Sinorca in other variants of this song, Mr. Harnish sings the name of the vessel - Sirocco.]
As we sailed out the harbour, the lighthouse we passed by,
Our captain says unto us, “Boys, the pumps you better try.”
We went to work a-pumping as busy as could be,
We had to put in Shelburne for we couldn’t keep a-flee.
Now we are in Shelburne, our ship she lies aground,
The caulkers overhauled her and soon the leak they found,
They caulked her up with oakum as tight as she could be,
Again we set our tops’ls and we shoved her out to sea.
Then, it’s watch her, and catch her,
And see her as she goes,
With her topsails and her stays’ls set,
The wind begins to blow,
She’s one of the fastest sailors,
That ever crossed the main,
The brigantine Sirocca, she belongs to Port Medway.
Now we are into the Gulf, our heavy winds do blow,
The sea a-going over her just like a drift of snow,
Our captain he comes up on deck those words to us did say,
“It’s clear away your deck load boys and heave it in the sea.”
Now we are into the trades, we’ll have fine nights and days,
First harbour we do anchor in we’ll be in ___,
We’ll discharge our cargos, some ballast take on board,
Run down to Demerara and we’ll finish up our load.
Now we are in Demerara, the weather it is warm,
We have ______, and for it we have none,
A-working in the rigging all the blessed day,
When evening comes we’ll rig ourselves and start for Tiger Bay.
We have the jolly captain, his name was _____,
We have the jolly mate and _________ Munroe,
Reuben Whynacht and Harry Oxner, from Dublin he came
We had an able seaman and his name was Lou _____.
This is a health to a jolly good captain,
And a health to each one of our crew ....
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The Banks of Newfoundland - Richard Hartlan [3:24]
AC: 2223 - MF NO: 289.31
Recorded: South East Passage, 1943. See: SBNS p. 221.
Come all you rakes and rambling boys,
I have you to beware,
It’s when you sail those packet ships,
Blue dungaree jumpers wear.
For buy your monkey-jackets, boys,
Keep them at your command,
And beware of the cold nor’westers
On the Banks of Newfoundland.
We had on board two Irish chaps,
Pat Murphy and Joe Moore.
The passage ___ the westward
Those sailors suffered sore ....
We had on board an Irish girl,
Bridget Power was her name.
On one she proved a marriage,
On one she had a claim.
She cut aLl up her underclothes
To make mittens for his hands,
Before she’d see her true love freeze
On the Banks of Newfoundland.
I had a dream the other night,
I dreamed that I was home.
I dreamed that me and my true love
Was away down Scotland Road.
I dreamed I was on Scotland Road
With a jar of ale on hand,
And when I woke my heart was broke,
On the Banks of Newfoundland.
We’ll scrub her up, we’ll scrub her down,
With holy-stone and sand,
And we’ll bid adieu to the Virgin Rocks
On the Banks of Newfoundland.
Oh, now we’re off of the west banks
Where stormy winds do blow,
And us poor sailors here on deck
To shovel off the snow.
Oh, now we’re off of Sandy Hook
Where the high land is buried in snow.
And the pilot boat ahead of us
Into New York we will go.
We’ll call for liquors merrily
With a jar of ale in hand,
And when we’re here we can’t be there
On the Banks of Newfoundland.
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The Ghostly Sailors - Walter Roast [3:20]
AC: 2223 - MF NO: 289.31
Recorded: East Chezzetcook, 1943. [ Perhaps the most famous ghost song of the eastern seaboard. Based on the true story of the wreck of the Andrew Jackson by the Charles C. Haskell in the 1860s.] See: SBNS p. 254.
You may smile if you want to,
But perhaps you’ll lend an ear,
For boys and girls together,
Well on for fifty years,
I’ve sailed in fishing vessels,
In summer’s pleasant gales,
And all through stormy winters,
Where the howling winds did rage.
I’ve been tossed about on Georgia Shoals,
Been fishing in the Bay,
Down south in early seasons,
Most anywhere would pay,
I’ve been [in different vessels],
On the Western Banks and Grand,
I’ve been in herring vessels
That went to Newfoundland.
There I saw storms, I tell you,
And things looked rather blue,
But somehow I was lucky,
And quickly I got through,
I will not brag, however,
I will not say so much,
I have not been easily frightened,
Like most of other men.
Last night as we were sailing,
We were sailing off the shore,
I never will forget it,
In all my mortal days,
It was in the grand dog watches,
I felt a thrilling dread,
Came over me as if I heard,
One calling from the dead.
Right over our rail there clambered,
All silent, one by one,
A dozen dripping sailors,
Just wait till I am done,
Their face were pale and sea worn,
Shone through the ghostly night,
Each fellow took his station,
As if he had a right.
They moved around about us,
‘Till land was most in sight,
Or rather I should say so,
The lighthouse shone its light,
And then those ghostly sailors,
Moved to the rail again,
And vanished in an instant,
Before the sons of men.
We sailed right in the harbour,
And every mother’s son,
Will tell the same sad story,
The same as I have done,
The trip before the other,
We were off Georgia then,
We ran down another vessel,
And sank her and her men.
These were the same poor fellows,
I hope God rests their souls,
That our old craft ran over,
And sank on Georgia Shoals,
So now you have my story,
It is just as I say,
I do not believe in spirits,
Until this very day.
[Note: Helen writes: “... he probably meant I do believe in spirits, which is the way it is usually sung.”]
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Quays of Belfast - 2:03
02:06
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Quays of Belfast - John Obe Smith [2:03]
AC: 2282 - MF NO: 289.314
Recorded: Glen Haven, July, 1950.
One bitter cold night in the month of November,
I heard a young widow in grief to deplore,
Saying, “There’s many the other got cause to remember,
A bitter cold night on the Galloway shore.”
“From the quays of Belfast the steamship was sailing,
Was bound down to Liverpool, last Wednesday set sail,
The weather it being clear and the land disappearing,
Our hearts were all merry, delightful and gay.”
“The night it came on, a most dark one and dreary,
The wind it arose to a terrible storm,
Our captain cries out, ‘Boys, look out for a lighthouse,
I’m ‘fraid for tonight we will all suffer harm.’”
“Two boats were launched out all in the foaming ocean,
And in one of them was my infant and I,
But before they reached the shore there was one overwhelmed,
Alas, in the deep forty bodies must lie.”
“Now I am left a poor desolate widow,
Just one year in wedlock, as you plainly see,
To beg for my bread among hard-hearted strangers,
Kind heaven, look down on my infant and me.”
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The Dreadful Ghost - Mr. Otis Hubley [5:48]
AC: 2283 - MF NO: 289.316
Recorded: Seabright, July, 1950.
Oh, there was a sailor home by right,
And on the seas he take great delight,
Two pretty fair maids he did beguile,
And one of them he had with child.
‘Till public shame, Oh, did prevent,
Into a silent grove she went,
To public shame, Oh, it proved a strife,
She cut the tender thread of life.
She hanged herself onto a tree,
Two men a-hunting chanced to see,
Her flesh the small birds has beastly torn,
Which made these young men’s hearts feel sore.
And with their knife they cut her down,
And in her bosom, this note they found,
And it was wrote, Oh, in letters large,
“Bury me not, I do you charge.”
“But on the ground pray let me lie,
To one and all as they pass by,
To one and all, Oh, a warning take,
Just you mark what follows when it is too late.”
“Since he’s proved false, I will prove just,
While he’s on earth he’ll have no rest,
While he’s on earth, Oh, I’ll plague him so,
At last to the seas he’ll be forced to go.”
One day, one day on the main top high,
A little boat he chanced to spy,
And into it which appeared to him,
Like one big woman and two little men.
Down decks, down decks this young man goes,
And wakes the captain in his morning ____,
He says, “Captain, captain, stand my defence,
Here is a spirit coming hence.”
Up decks, up decks the captain goes,
All dressed up in his morning clothes,
She says, “Captain, captain, just you stand calm,
Until I seek on such a man.”
“It was in St. Taliens this young man died,
“It is in St. Taliens his body lies.”
She says, “Captain, captain, don’t tell me so,
For he is alive in your ship below.”
“And if you don’t bring him up to me,
I will rage a mighty storm at sea,
It will cause both you and your men to weep,
And will leave you slumbering in the deep.”
Down decks, down decks the captain goes,
And brings this young man up to his foe,
She placed her eye, Oh, on him so grim,
Which made him tremble every limb.
Saying, “Do you remember when I was a maid,
How you caused my poor trembling heart to bleed?
I am a spirit, I come for thou,
You had me once, but I’ve got you now.”
Down in her boat she forced him,
And that was all between ship and man,
Sailors and all, Oh, do admire,
When the boat she sank in a flame of fire.
And as it sank she rose again,
And this is the mourning song she sang,
“Sailors and all, Oh, who’s left behind,
Never you prove false to young womenkind.”
And this is how she end her life,
Because she was not a sailor’s wife.
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The Sailor's Alphabet - Mr. John Obe Smith [2:24]
AC: 2832 - MF NO: 289.316
Recorded: Seabright, July, 1950.
A for the anchor that hangs on our bow,
B for the bowsprit you very well know,
C for the capstan that sailors throw ‘round,
And D for the derrick to hoist in our grog.
High derry, low derry, high derry down,
Give sailors their grog and there’s nothing goes wrong.
E for the ensign that flies at our peak,
F for the flag we all love so sweet,
G for the galley we all set around,
And H for the halyards we all hoist up high ___.
I for the iron on our stunsail boom,
J for the jewel block we handle so soon,
K for the keelson that’s way down below,
And L for the lanyards we reef to and fro.
M for the marlin spike hangs on the nail,
N for the needle that sews up our sail,
O for the oars of our jolly boat,
And P for the pumps that keeps her afloat.
Q for our quarter deck solid and sound,
R for the rudder that guides her around,
S for the sails that send her ahead,
T, U, V, W, X, Y and Z.
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The Sailor's Alphabet - Mr. Dennis Williams [2:12]
AC: 2223 - MF NO: 289.31
Recorded: Musquodoboit Harbour, 1943. “It is probable that the chorus should be sung after every verse in the way it is usually done in this province. The last few letters are seldom put in rhyme, but he said he composed these himself.” See: SBNS p. 210.
A for the anchor of our gallant ship,
B for the bowsprit so neatly does fit,
C for the capstan we all go around,
And D for the davits our boat hangs upon.
E for our ensign so gallant and true,
F for the forecastle that holds all the crew,
G for the grog that our captain sends ‘round,
And H for the halyards we all sway upon.
So merry, so merry, so merry are we,
No mortals on earth are like sailors at sea,
To me aye, to me oh, to me hi dee me dong,
Give sailors good grog and there’s nothing goes wrong.
I for the iron on the stunsail boom,
J for the jigger block on the yardarm,
K for the keelson away down below,
And L for the lanyards we reef to and fro.
M for the marlin spike hangs on a nail,
N for the needle they sew up the sail,
O for the oars of our jolly boat,
And P for the pumps that we keep her afloat.
Q for our quarterdeck polished and strong,
R for the rudder that steers her along,
S for the sails that shove her ahead,
And T for the taffrail where we throw out the lead.
U for the Union Jack, the red, white and blue,
V for the vigilance of our brave crew,
W for the wheel that turns her about,
And X for the honour mark of the lookout.
Y for the royal yard ‘bove the crosstrees,
And Z is the zephyr, the west wind soft breeze.
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Jack the Sailor - 1:18
01:21
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ack the Sailor - Mrs. Lottie Grey [1:18]
AC: 2289 - MF NO: 289.342
Recorded: Sambro Creek, September, 1950.
O come all my pretty fair maids,
That walks London streets,
Beware of those females you chance for to meet,
They’ll come ‘round you and coax you,
And ask you to buy,
Some of their good liquor called - strong bung your eye.
And sing fol the diddle airo,
Sing whack fol the day.
O Jack takes up his basket,
And away he did go,
When he opened the basket,
He heard a child cry,
Rolled up in a blanket,
Called - strong bung your eye.
Now to get this child christened,
Straightway, Jack he went,
Saying, “What is his name?”,
The parson did say.
“Bung your eye”, said the sailor.
“Oh, that’s a bold name!”
“Damn your eye”, said the sailor,
“A bold way he came,
For instead of good liquor,
I chanced for to buy,
Rolled up in a blanket,
called - young bung your eye.”
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Captain Conrod & talk about Captain Conrod - Tom Cornealy [4:52]
AC: 2271 - MF NO: 289.268
Recorded: Halifax, June 1, 1950. “... from the singing of Tom Cornealy, Halifax, who says he composed the song after six months trip, in the year 1883. Mr. Ben Henneberry, whose version is in Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia [p. 232] says it was composed by Harry Rissal, a seaman who sailed with his brother.”
Come all you young fellows that follow the sea,
Put yourselves to an anchor and listen to me,
Two weeks I’ve been blazing drunk on the shore,
With a jolly good fellow I spent all my store.
And sing fall the diddle eero, sing torrel aye day.
It’s early Monday morning down the wharf I did wag,
With a bottle of brandy stowed ____ in my bag,
Down to the brig Mary, belonging to Starr,
I went down blazing drunk like a jolly Jack Tar.
Oh early next morning we got underway,
The wind from the nor’ward did blow the half gale,
My heart with the horrors did beat pitty-pat,
And a tear in me eye like a ferry-house rat.
Says I to myself, “I’ll go down take a wee sup of grog.”
My head it is running nine knots by the log,
I went down to the bottle as true as you’re born,
Not a sup in the bottle, not one bloody horn.
Three days I was that way with nothing eat,
And the devil a bit of some sleep could I get,
When whispering all ‘round me I dare look down,
When trembling stood still boys, the cold sweat run down.
Oh, our captain a Methodist preacher had been,
One the scaliest old buggers you ever did see,
Salt cod and religion he gave us to eat,
And about once a week was a small bit of meat.
When dinner time come he would go down to eat,
As a-dying and dying he’d stretch out his feet,
He’d turn over his plate with a blessing to God,
Over a plate of boiled rice and a junk of salt cod.
He’d set in the quarter a-smoking his pipe,
And his face griddled up like a junk of salt tripe,
He’d holler and bawl like a whale when he blows,
You know who I mean by the lump on his nose.
Now the voyage is most ended, we’ll live in good hopes,
In Halifax Harbour we coil up our rope,
We’ll let both ___ anchors, we’ll moor head and stern,
Over a jolly good table we’ll spin a good yard.
Now the voyage it is over and all things are right,
With cabbage and pork we’ll blow out our kite,
And a good jug of rum to help us along,
Here’s to hell with brig Mary and Captain Conrod.
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The Schooner Mary Jane (Recitation & Narrative) - Tom Cornealy [2:33]
AC: 2271 - MF NO: 289.268
Recorded: Halifax, June 1, 1950.
It was the schooner Mary Jane that sailed with wintery sea,
And the Captain shipped his crew of twelve to trawl off Jefferie,
All stout of heart, all strong of arm, the crew he shipped that day,
And each one as the good ship did all hailed from Boston Bay.
The trip to the Banks were quickly made, our hold filled o’er a week,
And then the fog it settled down and we couldn’t see to speak,
The captain lost his reckoning, which he never done before,
And he smashed the compass in his rage and said, “Let her drift ashore.”
For five long weeks we drifted in that ever increasing fog,
At last the crew with plenty of food they did starve for the want of grog,
We often wondered where we were but had no way to know,
Nothing but fog on every hand and Davy Jones below.
At last we heard that dreadful sound of breakers on the shore,
But still we drifted onward where feet might trod no more,
Then old Bill Brake in the rigging stood and earnest he gazed away,
“What’s the matter, Bill?”, our captain cried; and Bill those words did say.
“Oh Captain, I smell a familiar smell, oh say what may it be?”
But the captain answered never a word but he sniffed the __________ ,
“Oh Captain, here comes that smell again, this time I can feel it plain;
It smells like a Boston Saturday night out here in the raging main.”
The captain took another sniff and a smile his face o’er spread,
“It’s Boston, boy; we drifted home; I can smell the beans!”, he said.
So we dropped the anchor there and then and swallowed the rest of the grog,
And guided alone by the sense of smell we walked shore in the fog.
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Sinking of the Vestris - Stillman Muise (with guitar accompaniment) [1:56]
AC: 2269 - MF NO: 289.258
Recorded: Yarmouth, August 31, 1949. “Captain Carey was a Yarmouth man.”
Proudly she sailed from New York City,
Bound for a land o’er the sea,
And on her decks were wives and husbands,
And children with hearts gay and free;
They sailed on their way o’er the deep blue ocean,
Never a thought of fear,
For there on bridge stood Captain Carey,
A sailor for many a year.
Then come a storm, it hit the Vestris,
Wild waves came rolling high,
And there in her side a hole was pounded,
And then they knew death was nigh;
Sad were the cries of men and women,
Mothers with babes held so tight,
Brave men who fought to save their loved ones,
Life boat that sunk in the night.
There on the bridge stood the grey-haired captain,
Waiting for death to befall,
And though we know that someone blundered,
We should forgive after all;
We’re all adrift on life’s mighty ocean,
Where each mistake has its cost,
And we should learn from this sad story,
If we haven’t faith we are lost.
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Heroes of the Vestris - Stillman Muise (with guitar accompaniment) [1:12]
AC: 2269 - MF NO: 289.258
Recorded: Yarmouth, August 31, 1949.
This song is a tribute to bravery,
Of those who were tried and found true,
When the great ship the Vestris was sinking,
Far out on the ocean blue.
Their names have been written in history,
Where the deeds of the brave never die,
And surely, a crown will be waiting,
When they face the great Master on high.
Oh, Lockland was one of the heroes,
Who went to a cold ocean grave,
But he stayed at his post in disaster,
The lives of the others to save.
And there was a strong little Negro,
As brave as a hero could be,
He stayed at his post in disaster,
And saved twenty lives from the sea.
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The Wreck of the Cariboo - Dan Livingston [2:02]
AC: 2182 - MF NO: 289.356
Recorded: Halifax, June 1951. [The Newfoundland to Nova Scotia ferry Caribou, commanded by Captain Ben Tavenor, was torpedoed by a German U-Boat on October 4, 1942.]
The little lights on the waterfront,
Soon disappeared from view,
We sailed away from Sydney Bay,
On the steamship Caribou.
For many years that gallant ship,
Sid Taddler in command,
Had sailed from our Cape Breton shores,
For the west coast Newfoundland.
Oh, Sammy Taddler, the captain’s son,
First mate on that ship,
He sailed away from Sydney Bay,
That last disastrous trip.
As we strolled out on deck my friends,
Walked ‘round the starboard side,
We chatted as we strolled along,
To where the boats were tied.
Uneasy warnings filled my mind,
I said to my comrade, Hugh,
“I think tonight a submarine,
Will attack the Caribou.”
“If we are struck tonight”, he said,
“Dear Lord, what shall we do,
To save the women and children on
The steamship Caribou?”
Oh, I have worked where danger lurked,
Down in a coal mine deep,
But still at night my troubled mind,
Disturbed me in my sleep.
Was on the west coast Newfoundland,
When the Caribou was hit,
Oh everything on the starboard side,
Was shattered into bits.
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Nova Scotia Song - Walter Roast [2:18]
AC: 2223 - MF NO: 289.31
Recorded: East Chezzetcook, 1943. See: TSNS p. 264.
Farewell to Nova Scotia the sea bound coast,
Let your mountains dark and dreary be,
For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me?
The sun was sinking in the west,
The birds were singing on every tree,
All nature seemed inclined for a rest,
But still there was no rest for me.
I grieve to leave my native land,
I grieve to leave my comrades all,
And my aged parents who I’ve always held so dear,
And the bonny, bonny lassie I do adore.
The drums they do beat and the war do alarm,
The captain called, we must obey,
So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia’s charms,
For it’s early in the morning I’m far, far away.
I had three brothers, they are laid at rest,
Their arms are folded on their breast,
But a poor simple sailor just like me,
Must be tossed and driven on the dark blue sea.
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Nova Scotia Song & talk on how he learned the song - Mr. Oliver Hubley [2:25]
AC: 2279 - MF NO: 289.299
Recorded: Seabright, 1950. See: TSNS p. 264.
Oh, the sun was sinking in the west,
The birds were singing on every tree,
All nature seemed inclined to rest,
But still there was no rest for me.
Then, farewell to Nova Scotia’s sea bound coast,
Let her mountains dark and dreary be,
For when I am far away o’er the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever give a sigh and a wish for me?
Brothers and sisters have all gone to rest,
They have folded their arms across their breasts,
And leave poor sailor boy like me,
Oh, how often have I to cross the sea?
Oh, the drums they do beat and the war doth alarm,
My captain calls, I must obey,
Then farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia’s charms,
For it’s early in the morning I’ll be far, far away.
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Moonlight Tonight Boys - Gordon Connelly [2:08]
AC: 2281 - MF NO: 289.308
Recorded: Glen Haven, July, 1950.
Moonlight tonight boys, starlight tonight,
Moonlight shines on the water.
When you are a-dreaming mother,
When you are a-dreaming mother,
When you are a-dreaming mother,
Don’t forget to dream of me.
Moonlight tonight boys, starlight tonight,
Take your sweetheart out for a stroll,
Mind what you say boys, mind what you tell her,
Tell her how you’ll court her when the nights grows cold.
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23. |
Blow the Man Down - 1:18
01:21
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Blow the Man Down - Yarmouth Sea Captains - Lead singer, Arthur Hilton [1:18]
AC: 2221 - MF NO: 289.33
Recorded: Yarmouth, 1943. Other singers are: E. Manning, R. Goudey, N. Larkin, E. Nickerson, A. McKinnon and H. Trefty. [average age 75] Halyard chanty. “It was probably a good thing that we had the chanty singing in the evening of the day I arrived in Yarmouth. These men are all quite shy and retiring, and if they had been given time to think about it, they would probably have thought they couldn’t do it. ... I doubt if they get together very often, and I am sure they enjoyed the evening as much as I did. ... It is interesting to note that at the time of recording these men were all teetotal; their only drink the evening we recorded was water.”
As I was a-walking down Paradise Street,
To me way hey, blow the man down,
A Liverpool bobby I chanced for to meet.
Give me some time to blow the man down.
Say he, “You’re a Blackballer by the cut of your hair,”
To me way hey, blow the man down,
“I know you’re a Blackballer by the clothes that you wear.”
Give me some time to blow the man down.
“You’ve sailed in a packet that flies the Black Ball,”
To me way hey, blow the man down,
“You’ve robbed some poor Dutchman of boots, clothes and all.”
Give me some time to blow the man down.
“Oh policeman, policeman, you do me great wrong,”
To me way hey, blow the man down,
“I’m a Flying Fish sailor just home from Hong Kong.”
Give me some time to blow the man down.
They gave me six months in Liverpool town,
To me way hey, blow the man down,
For kicking a policeman and blowing him down.
Give me some time to blow the man down.
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24. |
Whiskey Johnny - 1:23
01:26
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Whiskey Johnny - Yarmouth Sea Captains - Lead singer; Arthur Hilton [1:23]
AC: 2221 - MF NO: 289.33
Recorded: Yarmouth, 1943. [See note for #2] Halliard chanty. ...”my note says this is a pulling chanty and belay called out by Captain Goudey meant to make the rope fast.”
Oh whiskey is the life of man,
Whiskey Johnny,
Oh whiskey is the life of man,
Whiskey for my Johnny.
Oh whiskey straight and whiskey strong,
Whiskey Johnny,
Oh give me whiskey and I’ll sing you a song,
Whiskey for my Johnny.
Oh whiskey makes me wear old clothes,
Whiskey Johnny,
Oh whiskey gave me a broken nose,
Whiskey for my Johnny.
Whiskey killed my poor old dad,
Whiskey Johnny,
Whiskey drove my mother mad,
Whiskey for my Johnny.
I had a girl, her name was Lize,
Whiskey Johnny,
She puts whiskey in her pies,
Whiskey for my Johnny.
My wife and I cannot agree,
Whiskey Johnny,
She puts whiskey in her tea,
Whiskey for my Johnny.
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Robin Ranzo (Reuben Ranzo) - Yarmouth Sea Captains - Lead
singer; Arthur Hilton [1:31]
AC: 2241 - MF NO: 289.108
Recorded: Yarmouth, 1943. [See note for #2] “You will note ... Robin Ranzo. I noticed this pronunciation when the men sang it, so I asked about it. They all said they had always known it as Robin although they had heard the more familiar Reuben over the radio.”
Poor old Robin Ranzo,
Ranzo boys, Ranzo,
Oh poor old Robin Ranzo,
Ranzo boys, Ranzo.
Oh, Ranzo was no sailor,
Ranzo boys, Ranzo,
Oh poor Ranzo was no sailor,
Ranzo boys, Ranzo.
So he shipped on board a whaler,
Ranzo boys, Ranzo,
So he shipped aboard a whaler,
Ranzo boys, Ranzo.
Oh Ranzo was no beauty,
Ranzo boys, Ranzo,
He couldn’t do his duty,
Ranzo boys, Ranzo.
So they took him to the gangway,
Ranzo boys, Ranzo,
And gave him five and twenty
Ranzo boys, Ranzo.
And that was the end of Ranzo,
Ranzo boys, Ranzo,
Oh poor old Robin Ranzo,
Ranzo boys, Ranzo.
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Reuben Ranzo - 1:45
01:48
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Reuben Ranzo - William H.Smith [1:45]
AC: 2290 - MF NO: 289.344
Recorded: Liverpool, August 15, 1948. “Mr. William Smith ... first went to sea as a lad on a fishing schooner (local); then sailed on square riggers to the West Indies; sailed on coasting vessels off Nova Scotia and the United States coast; was in wrecking business when he became a diver ...; went rigging at Liverpool and helped to rig the last square rigger done in Liverpool; was a sail maker in a salt loft, and later became a farmer.” [For a detailed study of Mr. Smith’s collection see: Edith Fowke Sea songs and ballads from nineteenth-century Nova Scotia: The William H. Smith and Fenwick Hatt manuscripts New York: Folkloria, 1981.]
___ name was Reuben Ranzo
Ranzo, Ranzo Ray,
He shipped on board of a whaler,
Ranzo, Ranzo, Ray.
He shipped as able seaman,
Ranzo, Ranzo Ray,
But he could not do his duty,
Ranzo, Ranzo Ray.
But, the captain being a good old man,
Ranzo, Ranzo Ray,
He took him in the cabin,
Ranzo, Ranzo Ray.
And learned him navigation,
Ranzo, Ranzo Ray,
And now he’s Captain Ranzo,
Ranzo, Ranzo Ray.
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27. |
Shenandoah - 1:27
01:30
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Shenandoah - Yarmouth Sea Captains - Lead singer; Arthur Hilton [1:27]
AC: 2241 - MF NO: 289.108
Recorded: Yarmouth, 1943. [See note for #2]
Oh Shenandoah I long to hear you,
Hoorah, you rolling river,
Oh Shenandoah I long to hear you,
Way, bound away, cross the wild Missouri.
Oh Shenandoah I love your daughter,
Way hey you rolling river,
Oh Shenandoah I love your daughter,
Ah, and bound away, cross the wild Missouri.
Missouri she’s a mighty river,
Hoorah, you rolling river,
Missouri she’s a mighty river,
Ah, bound away, cross the wild Missouri.
For seven long years I courted Sally,
Hoorah, you rolling river,
For seven long years I courted Sally,
Way, bound away, cross the wild Missouri.
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My Bully Boys Blow - Yarmouth Sea Captains - Lead singer; Arthur Hilton [1:17]
AC: 2241 - MF NO: 289.108
Recorded: Yarmouth, 1943. [See note for #2]
A Yankee ship came down the river,
Blow boys, blow,
A Yankee ship came down the river,
Blow, my bully boys, blow.
And how do you know she’s a Yankee liner?
Blow boys, blow,
The stars and stripes flowed out behind her,
Blow, my bully boys, blow.
And who do you think is the captain of her?
Blow boys, blow,
Why, Bully Hayes is the captain of her,
Blow, my bully boys, blow.
Whoa, Bully Hayes, he loves us sailors,
Blow boys, blow,
Oh yes, he does ______ hell and blazes,
Blow, my bully boys, blow.
And who do you think is the chief mate of her?
Blow boys, blow,
______ James is the mate aboard her,
Blow, my bully boys, blow.
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Narrative: Explanation of Shanty Singing by Captain R. Goudey [:37]
AC: 2241 - MF NO: 289.108
Recorded: Yarmouth, 1943. [See note for #2]
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30. |
Homeward Bound - 1:20
01:23
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Homeward Bound -Yarmouth Sea Captains - Lead singer; Arthur Hilton [1:20]
AC: 2241 - MF NO: 289.108
Recorded: Yarmouth, 1943. [See note for #2]
Fare you well, we’re homeward bound,
Goodbye, fare you well, goodbye, fare you well,
Oh homeward bound for New York town,
Hooray my boys, we’re homeward bound.
We’re homeward bound, heave up and down,
Goodbye, fare you well, goodbye, fare you well,
Oh, heave on the capstan and make it spin ‘round,
Hooray my boys, we’re homeward bound.
Our anchors we’ll weigh and our sails we’ll set,
Goodbye, fare you well, goodbye, fare you well,
The friends we are leaving, we leave with regret,
Hooray my boys, we’re homeward bound.
Oh, heave with a will and heave loud and long,
Goodbye, fare you well, goodbye, fare you well,
And sing a good ____ for ‘tis a good song,
Hooray my boys, we’re homeward bound.
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31. |
Homeward Bound - 1:22
01:25
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Homeward Bound - William H.Smith [1:22]
AC: 2291 - MF NO: 289.342
Recorded: Liverpool, August 15, 1948. [See note for #5]
We’re homeward bound and I love that sound,
Goodbye, fare you well, goodbye, fare you well,
We’re homeward bound and I love that sound,
Away my boys, we’re homeward bound.
I thought I heard the old man say,
Goodbye, fare you well, goodbye, fare you well,
Tomorrow is our sailing day,
Away my boys, we’re homeward bound.
Farewell ye girls of this warm country,
Goodbye, fare you well, goodbye, fare you well,
I can no longer stay with you,
Away my boys, we’re homeward bound.
We’re homeward bound with sugar and rum,
Goodbye, fare you well, goodbye, fare you well,
We’re homeward bound with sugar and rum,
Away my boys, we’re homeward bound.
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32. |
A - Roving
01:56
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A-Roving - Yarmouth Sea Captains - Lead singer; Arthur Hilton [1:53]
AC: 2241 - MF NO: 289.108
Recorded: Yarmouth, 1943. [See note for #2]
___ Amsterdam there lived a maid,
Mark well what I do say,
In Amsterdam there lived a maid,
And she was mistress of her trade,
And I’ll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
A-roving, a-roving,
Since roving’s been my ruin,
I’ll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
Her eyes are like two stars so bright,
Mark well what I do say,
Her eyes are like two stars so bright,
Her face is fair, her step is light,
I’ll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
Her cheeks are like a rosebud’s red,
Mark well what I do say,
Her cheeks are like the rosebud’s red,
There’s wealth of hair upon her head,
I’ll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
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rnealy [2:46]
AC: 2276 - MF NO: 289.288
Recorded: Halifax, June 1,1950. “This was sung as a chanty and used as a grace before and after meals.”
I say old man your horse will die,
I say so, and I know so,
I say old man your horse will die,
Poor old man.
And when he dies we’ll tan his skin,
I say so, and I know so,
Oh when he dies we’ll tan his skin,
Poor old man.
Old horse, old horse, what brought you here?
You’re plowed the ground for many the year,
‘Til killed by blows and hard abuse,
You’re salted down for sailors’ use.
The sailors they do me despise,
They turn me over and damn me eyes,
They eat my beef and pick my bones,
And pitch the rest to Davy Jones.
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34. |
Poor Old Man - 1:21
01:24
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Poor Old Man - Yarmouth Sea Captains - Lead singer; Arthur Hilton [1:21]
AC: 2241 - MF NO: 289.108
Recorded: Yarmouth, 1943. [See note for #2]
I say old man your horse will die,
And I say so, and I know so,
I say old man your horse will die,
Oh poor old man.
And if he dies we will tan his hide,
And I say so, and I know [hope] so,
And if he dies we will tan his hide,
Oh poor old man.
And if he lives we’ll ride him again,
And I say so, and I know [hope] so,
And if he lives we’ll ride him again,
Oh poor old man.
We’ll hoist him at the main yard arm,
And I say so, and I know [hope] so,
We’ll hoist him at the main yard arm,
Oh poor old man.
And now he’s dead we’ll bury him deep,
And I say so, and I know [hope] so,
And now he’s dead we’ll bury him deep,
Oh poor old man.
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Narrative: explaination of Poor Old Man [Halyard chanty] - Captain R. Goudey [:18]
AC: 2241 - MF NO: 289.108
Recorded: Yarmouth, 1943. [See note for #2]
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Leave Her Johnny Leave Her - Leander Macumber [:29]
AC: 2252 - MF NO: 289.231
Recorded: Cheverie, 1948. “Leander MacCumber ... aged 70; has been a sailor and farmer and just about everything in city and country; sang for a while in Billy Sunday’s choir.”
___ leaky ship and a lousy crew,
Leave her Johnny, leave her,
A leaky ship and a lousy crew,
Its time for us to leave her.
Leave her now or leave her never,
Leave her Johnny, leave her,
Oh, leave her now or leave her never,
Leave her Johnny, leave her.
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37. |
Rio Grande - 1:03
01:06
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Rio Grande - W.H. Smith [1:03]
AC: 2252 - MF NO: 289.231
Recorded: Liverpool, August 15, 1948. [See note for #5]
___ fair London street,
Away to Rio,
A pretty fair maiden I did meet,
And I’m bound for the Rio Grande.
And away to Rio, away to Rio,
Sing fare you well my bonny brown girl,
And I’m bound for the Rio Grande.
And I said, “Fair maid will you go with me?”
Away to Rio,
“Oh no kind sir, my lover is here,
And we’re bound for the Rio Grande.”
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Isle of Fuji (I'm Bound for the Isle of Beauty) - W.H. Smith [:29]
AC: 2252 - MF NO: 289.231
Recorded: Liverpool, August 15, 1948. [See note for #5]
And I’m bound for the Isle of Fuji,
Fuji, Fuji,
And I’m bound for the Isle of Fuji,
And from there to Tennessee.
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Boatswain Call the Watch (Recitation & Song) & Narrative: rescue of a
windjammer; use of chanties and role of men on ships - Tom Cornealy [5:38]
AC: 2276 - MF NO: 289.288
Recorded: Halifax, June 1, 1950.
“The moon” shone bright at twelve that night,
From Old King’s Light to Tusker Light,
With the watch on deck and the watch in bed,
Go ‘neath _____ and Hollyhead.
Then it’s Oh Boatswain call the watch,
Sound your whistle shrill,
Eight bells newly struck,
Turn out with a will,
Host the mainsail, square those yards,
Let your ship go free,
‘Bove all the lives upon the sea,
A boatswain’s life for me.
“Turn them out!”, our captain cries,
“It’s Sunday, Sir,” our mate replies,
“What is Sunday but a name?
Another day to me is just the same,
Turn the men out and make them work,
And work the scurvy out of their bones.”
Eight bells was struck when Jack awoke,
Before the dawn of day was broke,
He grasped his stone, he bent his knees,
But not in prayer; for the damned and bugger
The man that sent them there.
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Haul Away on the Bowline - William H.Smith [:25]
AC: 2290 - MF NO: 289.344
Recorded: Liverpool, August 15, 1948. [See note for #5]
Haul away on the Alabama bowline,
Haul away on the bowline, haul.
Oh, the bowline, the bowline,
The Alabama bowline,
Haul away on the bowline, haul.
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Sebastopol is Taken - William H.Smith [1:07]
AC: 2290 - MF NO: 289.344
Recorded: Liverpool, August 15, 1948. [See note for #5]
Sebastopol is taken,
Cheers, boys cheer,
Sebastopol is taken,
Old England’s gained the day.
Did ever you hear those cannons roar,
Cheer, boys cheer,
Did ever you hear those cannons roar,
Old England’s gained the day.
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Banks of Sacramento - Thomas H. Raddall [:29]
AC: 2290 - MF NO: 289.344
Recorded: Liverpool, August 15, 1948. [Famed Nova Scotia author, Thomas Raddall, was a friend of Helen’s and introduced her to Mr. William Smith. He recorded this song from Mr. Smith’s collection to get the elderly singer comfortable with the recording equipment.]
Oh blow boys, blow for Californi-o,
There’s many a lass with a fine fair face,
On the banks of Sacramento.
So blow boys, blow for Californi-o,
There’s plenty of gold, so I’ve been told,
On the banks of Sacramento.
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43. |
Swing Your tail - 1:12
01:15
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Swing Your Tail - William H.Smith [1:12]
AC: 2290 - MF NO: 289.344
Recorded: Liverpool, August 15, 1948. [See note for #5. Additional question asked by Thomas H. Raddall.]
Swing your tail, and a-swing your tail,
Mind how you swing your tail,
Swing last night and the night before,
Mind how you swing your tail.
One day the blackbird said to the crow,
Mind how you swing your tail,
“What makes you love your farmer so?”
Mind how you swing your tail.
“That’s my trade since I’ve been born,”
Mind how you swing your tail,
“Scratching and a-digging up the farmer’s corn.”
Mind how you swing your tail.
Swing your tail in the after___,
Mind how you swing your tail,
Swing last night and the night before,
Mind how you swing your tail.
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We'll Pay Paddy Doyle for His Boots - William H.Smith [:40]
AC: 2290 - MF NO: 289.344
Recorded: Liverpool, August 15, 1948. [See note for #5]
Way, hey, hey ship hey,
We’ll pay Paddy Doyle for his boots.
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Brandy-O & narrative - Sandy Stoddard [2:01]
AC: 2316 - MF NO: 289.451
Recorded: Lower Ship Harbour, August, 1952. [Song was used stowing ballast] “Mr. Stoddard learned this at Turk’s Island where his ship was loading salt. Women used to carry salt on their heads in baskets and dump it in the vessel. They would sing this chanty all day.”
Brandy good for sailor man, Brandy O,
When early in the morning, Brandy O.
Early in the morning gin us a drop of brandy,
Brandy good for sailor man, Brandy O.
Early in the morning, Brandy O,
Early in the morning,
Gin us a drop of brandy,
Brandy good for sailor man, Brandy O.
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Narrative: chanty singing; used on ships & when logging. - Sandy Stoddard [1:58]
AC: 2316 - MF NO: 289.451
Recorded: Lower Ship Harbour, August, 1952. “When logging in Nova Scotia most of the loggers were seamen, and they used to sing to any chanties, but mostly those used at sea. Windlass and capstan had the same operation. ... It was very heavy heaving, and the music was needed to liven it up.”
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Narrative: Paul Myra, on songs and life fishing from Lunenburg including:
- rope & fibres & rigging the Bluenose
- measurements for rigging
- rigging the Bluenose
- recollections of Captain Angus Walters
Bluenose Song (Blow My Bully Boys Blow) [4:27]
AC: 2346 - MF NO: 289.582
Recorded: Lunenburg, June, 1954.
She’s a Yankee ship and a Newfoundland master,
Blow, boys blow,
She’s a Yankee ship and Newfoundland master,
And a-blow my bully boys, blow.
Oh blow today and blow tomorrow,
Blow, boys blow,
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Helen Creighton Folklore Society Dartmouth, Nova Scotia
Honoring folklorist Helen Creighton (1899-1989), who collected and published traditional music and lore of Maritime Canada. The mandate of the Helen Creighton Folklore Society is to encourage and promote work that reflects the diverse folk culture of the Maritimes as exemplified by the work begun by Dr. Creighton. For more information visit our website at: www.helencreighton.org. ... more
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