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Thread #16992 Message #4102196
Posted By: GUEST,James Phillips
14-Apr-21 - 10:59 AM
Thread Name: Loss of all hands in the irish sea
Subject: RE: Loss of all hands in the irish sea
Couple of great sea tragedies as sung by Andy Stewart of Silly Wizard:
DUBLIN BAY
They sailed away in that gallant bark Roy Neal and his fair young bride They had ventured all on that bounding shipp That danced on the silv'ry tide And his heart was young and his spirit light As he kissed her tears away And they watched the shore retreat from sight Of their own sweet Dublin bay
Three days they sailed when the storm arose And the lightning swept the deep And the thunderclaps broke the short repose Of the weary sailors' sleep Roy Neal, he clasped his weeping bride And he kissed her tears away "Oh, love, 'twas a fearful hour, " he cried "When we left sweet Dublin Bay."
On the crowded deck of that doomed ship Some fell into deep despair And some more calm with a holier heart Sought the god of the storm in prayer "She has struck a rock, " the sailors cried In a breath of wild dismay And the ship went down with the fair young bride That left from Dublin bay
THE FISHERMAN'S SONG
By the storm torn shoreline A woman is standing, The spray strung like jewels in her hair. And the sea tore the rocks Near that desolate landing, As though it had known she stood there.
CHORUS: For she has come down To condemn that wild ocean For the murderous loss of her man. His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning, And it's feared she's gone down With all hands.
Oh and white were the wave caps And wild was their parting. So fierce is the warring of love. But she prayed to the gods, Both of men and of sailors, Not to cast their cruel nets O'er her love.
There's a school on the hill Where the sons of dead fathers Are led toward tempests and gales. Where their God-given wings Are clipped close to their bodies, And their eyes are bound round With ship's sails.
What force leads a man To a life filled with danger High on seas or a mile underground? It's when need is his master And poverty's no stranger, And there's no other work to be found.