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Thread #113841 Message #2424046
Posted By: Nerd
28-Aug-08 - 02:36 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Unto the East Indies We Were Bound
Subject: Lyr Add: SCILLY ROCKS
Hmmm, seems I was mistaken about Polly on the Shore. But I wonder whether Trevor Lucas knew the Joyce fragment. That line is strikingly similar!
That said, this time I have indeed found the related broadside song. It's "The Rocks of Scilly" or "Scilly Rocks." Popular in both Britain and North America, this can be found in several versions in the Bodleian broadside collection, and is K8 in Law's classification.
Roud lists this as a different song too (#388), but I think it's unmistakeable that the Joyce piece is a fragment of "Scilly." As you'll see, pretty much every line of the Joyce piece is also in "Scilly Rocks."
Here's the DT version:
SCILLY ROCKS
Come all you jolly young seamen bold, that ploughs the raging main Come listen to my tragedy the truth I will explain; Pressed was I from my true love, the girl that I adore, Commanded was I to the raging seas, where foaming billows roar.
It was unto the West Indies our gallant ship did steer And all along as we sail'd on I thought of Polly dear, Sometimes on deck, sometimes aloft and sometimes down below Still the thoughts of Polly run in my mind while the stormy winds do blow.
We had not sailed three leagues before a dreadful storm did rise How keen was the hurricane and and dismal look'd the skies. Our captain being a valiant man upon the deck did stand "Here's fifty pounds reward, my boys, the first that can spy land."
Than up aloft our bosun went unto the topmast high He gaz'd and looked on every side, no light, nor land could spy; "Bear off! Bear off! Before the wind! Of Scilly Rocks keep clear On the ocean wide here we must bide till daylight doth appear.
The very first time our ship she struck, so loud our captain cried, "May the Lord have mercy on our souls, we in the deep must lie," Out of eight hundred seamen bold only four got safe on shore Our gallant ship in pieces was split and never was seen any more.
Then news was sent to Plymouth town our gallant ship was lost Which made many a brisk young seaman bold for to lament our loss; And Polly dear was left to lament the loss of her sweetheart For the raging seas and stormy winds caused Polly and I to part.
From The Constant Lovers, Purslow Collected from George Collier, 1908