Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman

Subject: Tune Add: JACK HAGGERTY / THE FLAT RIVER GIRL
From: MMario
Date: 09 Jan 03 - 10:45 AM

N-Jack Haggerty / The Flat River Girl
C-From the singing of Willis Norrad
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L-On her moth-er, Jane Tuck-er I lay all the blame. She's the
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L-cause of my ru-in and all my ill fame. She cut loose the
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L-rig-ging that God would soon tie, And left me to wan-der til the
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L-day that I die

Subject: Lyr Add: JACK HAGGERTY / THE FLAT RIVER GIRL
From: MMario
Date: 09 Jan 03 - 09:47 AM

There are already three examples of this in the DT (Flat River Girl, Jack Haggerty, Jack Haggerty (2)) but from the text this appears to be different enough to at least mention:

JACK HAGGERTY /THE FLAT RIVER GIRL
(from the singing of Willis Norrad)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - pp245-246)

My occupation is river man, as you may well know,
My name is engraved on the rocks down below,
Over hills and rocky mountains I'm very well known.
they call me Jack Jaggerty, I'm the pride of the town.

I worked on the river by night and by day,
Till a blacksmith's pretty daughter my heart stole away,
She was neat, tall and handsome by a bright pearly stream,
And my thought were with Annie; She haunted my dreams.

So I worked on the river till I earned a large stake,
I was steadfast and loyal, I ne'er played a rake,
For my thoughts were of Annie by the Flat River side,
and I always intended to make her my bride.

But one day on the river a letter I received,
Telling me from her promises she herself would relieve.
She would wed with another a long time delayed,
And the next time I'd see her she would not be a maid.

On her mother, Jane Tucker, I lay all the blame.
she's the cause of my ruin and all my ill fame.
She cut loose the rigging that god would soon tie
and left me to wander till the day that I die.

Note: Doerflinger gives the fifth verse set to the tune, no variations listed.

Subject: Tune Add: THE MAIDS OF SIMCOE
From: MMario
Date: 09 Jan 03 - 09:18 AM

N-The Maids of Simcoe
C-From the singing of Archie Lant
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L-come all ye maids of Sim-coe, give ear to what I write, In
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L-Cross-ing Lake On-ta-ri-o where rafts-men take de-light, In cross-ing Lake On
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L-ta-ri-o as jol-ly rafts-men do, While your low-land, loaf-ing farm-ers can
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M-2F-4 D-8 E-4 E-8 E-4 R-8 R-5
L-stay at home with you.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE MAIDS OF SIMCOE
From: MMario
Date: 07 Jan 03 - 02:08 PM

THE MAIDS OF SIMCOE
(from the singing of Archie Lant)
(Doerflinger - Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman - pp241-242)

Come all ye maids of Sim-coe, give ear to what I write,
In cross-ing Lake On-ta-ri-o where rafts-men take de-light.
In cross-ing Lake On-ta-ri-o as jol-ly rafts-men do,
While your low-land, loaf-ing farm-ers can stay at home with you.

The lowland loafing farmers they thell their girls fine tales
All of the dangers they go through in crossing over their fields,
In cutting off their grass so green that's all what they can do,
Whilst us poor jolly raftsmen runs they St. Lawrence through.

And when the sun it does do down, away they'll swing their ploughs,
And when it does grow darker, it's homeward they march on,
And when the clock strikes eight or nine off to their beds they'll crawl,
Whilst us poor jolly raftsmen stand many's the bitter squall.

The wind blows from the mountains, which toss up upside down,
And sets us in confusion for fear we'd all be drowned.
The wind blows from the west, my boys, which drives our raft along,
Cheer up, Cheer up, my lively lads, your balsom oars spring on!

It's lee bore down and lee bore round, and set your sails to right!
It's we'll sail out immediately and leave those lakes behind.
It's we'll sail out immediately and bid those lakes adieu.
We'll steer our course all for Quebec, all sorrows to subdue.

All sorrows to subdue, my boys, since joy has come to town;
We'll call into a tev-er-en and there we'll all sit down.
We'll call for eggs and brandy, boys, and merrilye pass it round;
We'll drownd all sorrow in a glass since joy has come to town!

Since joy has come to town, my boys, it's homeward we'll march on,
To see our wives and sweethearts that we've left behind to mourn.
We'll dance and sing and merrilye be as we oft-time done before,
And when our money is all spent, we'll hunt the woods for more.

Doerflinger notes the last two words were spoken.

Subject: Tune Add: THE SCOW ON COWDEN SHORE
From: MMario
Date: 07 Jan 03 - 01:52 PM

N-The Scow on Cowden Shore (3)
C-from the singing of Charlie Chamberlin
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L-Mi-chael Hayd'n and Pat-rick Bug-gy one night got ver-y drug-gy, Oh, the
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M-3G-4 G-8 G-4 a-8 G-4 a-8 b-4 c-8 d-4 d-8 b-4 G-8
L-night was dark and fog-gy, you could hear the dead-ly
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L-roar; there were
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L-men from Ri-chi-buc-to and more from O-ro-moc-to, Res-ti-gouch-ers and Pug-
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L-moosh-ers and Mac-Don-alds by the score He could make a song and
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L-sing it, and in-to rhyme he'd bring it, And the ti-tle I will give the tune is
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L-'Fair-bank Bul-la-more' There were men of dif-ferent ra-ces with their
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L-pale and swarth-y fa-ces, and they were hard men to con-quer on the scow on Cow-en
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L-shore.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE SCOW ON COWDEN SHORE (3)
From: MMario
Date: 06 Jan 03 - 03:37 PM

THE SCOW ON COWDEN SHORE (3)
(from the singing of Charlie Chamberlin)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - pp235-236)

Mi-chael Hayd'n and Pat-rick Bug-gy on night got ver-y drug-gy,
Oh, the night was sark and fog-gy, you could hear the dead-ly roar;
There were men from Ri-chi-buc-to and more brom O-ro-moc-to,
Res-ti-gouch-ers and Pug-moosh-ers and Mac-Don-alds by the score

He could make a song and sing it, and into rhyme he'd bring it,
And the ti-tle I will give the tune is 'Fair-bank Bul-la-more'
There were men of dif-ferent ra-ces with their pale and swarth-y fa-ces,
and they were hard men to con-quer on the scow on Cow-en shore.

Subject: Tune Add: THE SCOW ON COWDEN SHORE
From: MMario
Date: 06 Jan 03 - 10:59 AM

N-The Scow on Cowden Shore
C-from the singing of Willie Norrad
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L-My name is Lar-ry Gor-man to you I mean no har'rm You
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L-need-n't be a-lar-rmed, you've heard of me be
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L-fore, I can
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L-make a song and sing it, and in-to me-tre bring it, and the ti-tle that I
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L-give it is the Scow on Cow-den Shore.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE SCOW ON COWDEN SHORE (2)
From: MMario
Date: 06 Jan 03 - 09:59 AM

THE SCOW ON COWDEN SHORE (2)
(from the singing of Herbert Hinchey)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' -pp234-235)

Oh, my name is Larry Gorman, to you I mean no har-rm;
And don't you be offended, for of me you'e hear before.
I can make a song and sing it, and in good metre bring it,
and the title that I'll give it is 'The Scow at Cowden Shore'

We've go men of every nation, with dark and swarthy faces
to gain and occupation I'll wtry and name them o'er/
Island men and Restigouchers, Nashwaakers and Pugmooshers,
All assembled here together round the scow at Cowden Shore.

We got men from oromocto, and more from Riichibucto,
From Frederiction and Bathurst and Macdonals from Baras d'Or.
Night ramps and gallivanters, swift runner and fast canters,
All assemplbe her together round the scow at Cowden Shore.

Oh, there the two young Joyces, with their unhuman voices,
Making all kinds o' noises ontil their throat is sor
A bear-wolf or Indian Devil, he would be far more civil
Than this oncultivated rubbish round the scow at Cowden Shore.

Now, Dan Brown and Billy buggy on night got very gorggy,
the night was dark and foffy, they put up a heduous roar.
Being somewhat agaitated and very much excited,
All hands they did upright it round the scow at Cowden Shore.

Now, there;s the widow Whinney, it's she sells cokeaninny,
and to catch the poor fools' pennies she sells apples by the score.
she sells run and gin and cider, whiskey, ale and fly-beer
that makes them whoop ans stagger round the scow at Cowden Shore

Now, Dan Brown's a splendind singer, and in quadrilles he'll swing her,
good tidin's he will bering her of a new bank kill and more,
She'll laugh and she'll be funny for she knows he's got the money,
And she'll call him her darling honey from the scow at Cowden shore.

Now the dudes they spend their dollars in white shirts and paper collars,
and in good whiskey waller; they'll fight and git them tore.
they'll curse and they will wrangle, each other they will mangle,
They're called hard men to handle on the scow at Cowden shore.


NOTE:
This uses the same tune as the example from Willie Norrad.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE SCOW ON COWDEN SHORE
From: MMario
Date: 06 Jan 03 - 09:39 AM

THE SCOW ON COWDEN SHORE (1)
(from the singing of Willie Norrad)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' pp234)

My name is Lar-ry Gor-man, to you I mean no har-rm.
You need-n't be a-lar-rmed, you've heard of me before
I can make a song and sing it, and into me-tre bring it,
and the ti-tle that I give it is 'The Scow on Cow-den Shore'

Subject: Tune Add: YOUNG FORBEST
From: MMario
Date: 02 Jan 03 - 04:24 PM

N-Young Forbest
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L-Come all you young men from the Nash-waak.It's of a young man I'm
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L-goin' to talk, YOung El-mer For-best was this man's name; Of Christ-ian
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L-par-ents this young man came.

Subject: Lyr Add: YOUNG FORBEST
From: MMario
Date: 02 Jan 03 - 04:01 PM

YOUNG FORBEST
(from the singing of Pat Lumson)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman')

Come all you young men from the Nash-wask,
It's of a young man I'm going' to talk,
Young El-mer For-best wasa this man's name,
Of Christ-ian par-ents this young man came.

He worked five years for John MacBean*
He worked five years for John MacBean.
he worked five years in his employ,
And they called him their own serving boy.

The marched them up John Sullivan's hill,
the marched them to the forest gree
It was there to behold it was there to be seen,
With axes keen the cut them down**
And on the wagon their lumber bound.

The choppers stopped, they heard a groan,
The wagon partee, but never broke,
the wagon parted but never broke;
Young Forbest fel, and he never spoke.

His comrades washed his hands and face all o'er;
And for this young man they could do no more.
His parents bore him down, and on his grave you can sit and*** weep
While he lies under, fast asleep

These lines were written by a blind man,
and every verse it is complete
And every line it is the truth,
Here ends the days of a faithful youth

*pronounced McBane
** repeat notes for line three for line four
*** the quarter note that would normally follow the eight note for "grave" becomes 4 16ths regular melody resumes on dotted quarter for "weeps"

Subject: Tune Add: HARRY DUNNE
From: MMario
Date: 02 Jan 03 - 03:24 PM

N-Harry Dunne
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L-There's man-y a young Ca-na-di-an boy
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L-leaves home and friends so dear And
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L-long-ing for ex-pee-ri-ment, to Mich-i
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L-gan to steer. In less then three months
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L-af-ter, a tel-e-gram does come
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L-say say-ing your son was killed in the lum-ber-ing woods
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L-his bod-y we'll send home.

Subject: Lyr Add: HARRY DUNNE
From: MMario
Date: 02 Jan 03 - 12:07 PM

HARRY DUNNE
(from the singing of Archie Lant)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - p222)

there's man-y a young Ca-na-di-an boy leaves home and friends so dear,
And long-ing for ex-pee-ri-ment, to Mich-i-gan to steer.
In less than three months af-ter, a tele-e-gram does come,
Say-ing, Your son was killed in the lum-ber-ing woods, His bod-y we'll send home,

I once did know a charming youth by the name of Harry Dunne
His father was a farmer in the county of Odun.
He had everything he wanted, and a farm of good land,
But he only wanted to have a time in the woods of Michigan.

see Dt songfile:HarryDun

Subject: Tune Add: THE BOYS OF THE ISLAND
From: MMario
Date: 02 Jan 03 - 11:51 AM

N-The Boys of the Island
C-from the singing of Jared MacLean
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L-Come all ye young fel-lows of Prince Ed-ward Is-land, come list to my song and I'll tell you the truth; It's
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L-true I'm a na-tive of Prince Ed-ward Is-land, I'll ad-vise ev-'ry young and sen-si-ble youth.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE BOYS OF THE ISLAND
From: MMario
Date: 02 Jan 03 - 10:54 AM

THE BOYS OF THE ISLAND
(from the singing of Jared MacLean)
(Doerflinger - Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - pp 218-219)

Come all ye young fel-lows of Prince Ed-ward Is-land,
come list to my song and I'll tell you the truth:
It's true I'm a na-tive of Prince Ed-ward Is-land,
I'll ad-vise ev-'ry young and sen-si-ble youth.

Now, the boys on the Island, they say they're not happy
to work on the farm; they say it's no good.
They talk foolish nonsense, they're rambunctious crazy,
To go off to Bangor and work in the woods.

Now, a new suit of clothes is prepared for the journey,
a long pair of boots made by Sherwood and Clark,
And a fine Kennebecker filled up with good homespun
and then the young Islander takes his embark.

When he reaches Bangor, gits off at the station,
Old woodsmen gaze on him all with a keen eye,
for they know by the clothes that the youngster is wearing,
It is easily seen that he came from P.I.

Now a lumberjack's life is of short duration,
Made up of tobacco, hard work and bad rum,
But according to Scripture, there are a hereafter,
And the worst of your days, boys, has yet got to come.

The boys of the Island is oft times in trouble,
God, man and the Devil to them's all the same.
Such up-river tearing, blaspheming and swearing,
Drinking and fighting 'tis their down-river game.

Brade Kelley will poison a man with bad whiskey,
For pastime they will banish their lager and ale;
Then on the corner when he does get frisky,
They will call for Tim Carey to take him to jail.

Now, if this be the law, by the mother of Moses,
They have better laws 'mong the heathen Chinees.
They go out and git drunk and come in and git sober,
Thwy go out when they like and come in when they please.

Subject: Tune Add: JACK TAR
From: MMario
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 02:00 PM

Not sure how verse 4 fits this. I think some lyrics are missing.

N-Jack Tar
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L-Come all my fair ones, come, all my
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L-dear one, Come and lis-ten un-to me. Could you fan-cy a jol-ly sail-or lad That has
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L-just come from sea? Could you fan-cy a jol-ly sail-or lad That has just come from
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L-sea?

Subject: Lyr Add: JACK TAR
From: MMario
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 01:39 PM

JACK TAR
(from the singing of Guy Morehouse)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' pp 294-295)

Come all my fair ones,
Come all my dear ones,
Come and lis-ten un-to me.
Could you fan-cy a jol-ly sail-or lad
That has just come from sea?
Could you fan-cy a jol-ly sail-or lad
That has just come from sea?*

No, I dislike them
No I despise them
For they smell so much of tar!
So begone, you sassy sailor lad,
so begone, you Jack Tar.

I have ship on the ocean, love,
I have money in my pocket, love,
I have gold in great store
I would give to a poor country girl
If she would wed Jack Tar.

Soon as she heard him say
Down on her bending knees fell she,
Saying, Forgive me my jolly sailor lad,
for I love none but thee.

Do you think I'm foolish, love
Do you think I'm crazy, love?
Do you think I'm going mad,
For to wed with a poor country girl
That's no fortune to be had?

verses 1&2 have a different opening to the tune then verses 3,4,5.



*last couplet repeats in each verse

Subject: Tune Add: McKINLEY BROOK
From: MMario
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 01:18 PM

N-McKinley Brook
C-George Calhoun
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L-The rain does down in tor-rents pour and fast it spash-es on the floor for
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L-"our old camp leaks
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L-rath-er free for com-fort, as you plain-ly see.

Subject: RE: Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman
From: radriano
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 04:27 PM

Thanks, MMario!

Subject: Lyr Add: McKINLEY BROOK
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 03:49 PM

McKINLEY BROOK
(George Calhoun)
(From the singing of David A. Smith)

The rain does down in torrents pour
and fast it spash-es on the floor
for our old camp leaks rath-er free
for com-fort, as you plain-ly see.

Perhaps the Lord he does intend
a little deluge for to send
To drown this whole McKinley crew,
For they deserve it well, it's true.

Their nights are oft in gambling passed
And some will win tobacco fast,
And then like Satan they will cheat;
and swear at cards, they can't be beat.

Now, one a vulgar song will sing
and make the lonely forest ring.
To dance and gamble, sing and swear,
Few crews can with those men compare.

Out in the dark they dare not stay,
for fear Old Nick takes them away.
They mimic everyone they hear;
The best at this is Alec Grier.

But half of them are going away,
Ande if they git in Kenney's way,
I hope he'll make them sore repent
the way they have this winter spent.

But if he makes a change in them
and turns them all to pious men,
Then I will say there's hope for all
And Satan's kingdom soon shall fall!

Subject: Tune Add: BURNS'S LOG CAMP
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 03:13 PM

N-Burns's Log Camp
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L-I 'rived in the camp, and all I could see Was a
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L-dirt-y, all cov-ered with mud; The bed-quilts were lous-y and
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L-so was the grub.

Subject: Lyr Add: BURNS'S LOG CAMP
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 02:47 PM

BURNS'S LOG CAMP
(from the singing of "Duke" Neilson)
(Doerflinger -'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' -p217)

I 'rived in the camp, and all I could see
Was a lous-y old cook and a lous-y cook-ee;
The floors were all dirt-y, all cov-ered with mud;
The bed-quilts were lous-y and so was the grub.

The cook called for supper; they all tore from work.
Some had two knives and other two forks.
While fighting for molasses they upset the lamp,
And thus I was greeted at Burns's log camp.

Subject: Tune Add: TOMAH STREAM
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 02:39 PM

N-Tomah Stream
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L-Come all you Mill-town row-dies that drink and have no
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M-4E-2 R-4 G-4 a-5 b-8 c-4 a-4 G-8 a-8 b-4_b-4 G-4 a-4 G-4 F-5 E-8
L-fear, I'll have you not to touch a drop in the fall of the
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L-year; For if you do, You'll sure-lye rue, like-wise my-self I've
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L-seen, Be care-ful, do not hire out to work on To-mah
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M-1E-2 R-2
L-Stream.

Subject: Lyr Add: TOMAH STREAM
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 02:14 PM

TOMAH STREAM
(from the singing of Robert MacArthur - attributed by the singer to Larry Gorman)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - pp216-217)

Come all you Mill-town row-dies that drink and have no fear,
I'll have you not to touch a drop in the fall of the year;
For if you do, you'll sure-lye rue, like-wise my-self I've seen,
Be care-ful, do not hire out to work on To-mah Stream.

For the last fall that ever was, I was drunk and on a spree.
I swore that I would hire, and the very first sight I'd see.
The first it was old Natty Lamb, and up to him I steered.
I hired to work on Tomah and to drive six little steers.

He said the chance for lumbering was the best I ever did see,
The spruce they stand upon a ridge, as thick as thick can be.
The provisions I'll provide for you, and of the very best kind!
The cook will dish 'er up for you and have yer males on time.

But when I got to Squirrel Point, 'twas there I was struck dumb
To see the load of provision that into the camp must come.
there was three little loaves of bread as black as the Ace of Spades
And about a quarter of a pound of teas and an old bull's shoulder blade.

We packed our provisions up and put them on a sled,
We hitched behind an old gray mare that had a broken leg.
We all marched up the turnpike behind this fancy team.
That is the fate of any man who works on Tomah Stream.

At length we got to Tomah; 'twas there we made a stop
We hitched the old mare to a tree and cast about the lot.
The way we had to travel, it was a muddy tramp.
Each man he had to sack a load that night in to the camp.

At length the camp it hove in view; it was a sight to see.
There laid an old dead porcupine, full as large as me.
A piece of an old hemp carpet, 'twas wore as thin as gauze,
This was the beddin' that Natty had for to keep out the frost

We rested hard that night, my boys, we shivered with the cold.
We rose by day in the morning a sight for to behold.
We kindled up a fire and the frost was cutting keen.
I cursed the day I hired out to work on Tomah Stream.

About ten o'clock in the morning Old Natty he appeared.
We all rushed to the door and grieved him with a cheer.
He said, you look quite happy, all in your little abode,
A pox upon the devil, boys! Why didn't you skid the road?

Subject: Tune Add: THE WINTER OF '73 / MCCULLAM CAMP
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 01:49 PM

N-The Winter of '73
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M-5R-5 E-9_F-0 G-8 C-4 C-8 D-4 F-8 a-8_G-4 G-4 D-8 F-4 E-8 C-8 C-9 B-0 C-5 R-4 G-8
L-On the eith-eenth of Sep-tem-ber in eight-een sev-en-ty three I
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M-5c-4 c-8 a-8_b-8 c-8 b-5 D-4 E-8 F-4 G-8 b-4 a-8 G-5 R-4 G-8 c-4 b-8 a-8_b-8 c-8
L-left my na-tive Is-land and came to Mir'-mi-chi. I hired the day I
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M-5b-5 D-4 E-8 F-4 G-8 b-4 a-8 G-5 R-4 G-8 C-4 C-8 D-4 E-8 a-5 G-4 C-0 C-0
L-land-ed to work in Snow-ball's mill, That large two stor-ied build-ing at the
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L-foot of Saw-dust hill. On the eight-eenth of Nov-em-ber, the mill she did shut
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M-5G-5 R-4 G-8 c-4 b-8 a-8_b-8 c-8 b-5 D-4 E-8 F-4 G-8 b-4 a-8 G-5 R-4 G-8
L-down. Which caused a gene-ral scat-tering, the men went walk-ing round.
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M-5c-4 b-8 a-8_b-8 c-8 b-5 D-4 E-8 F-4 G-8 b-4 a-8 G-5 R-4 G-8 C-4 C-8 D-4 E-8
L-I heard of those that wanted men, that put me in good cheer, I packed
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L-my Ken-neb-eck-er and for Ind-ian-town did steer.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE WINTER OF '73 / MCCULLAM CAMP
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 12:41 PM

THE WINTER OF '73 / MCCULLAM CAMP
(Larry Gorman)
(from the singing of Clev Ryan)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - pp214-215

On the eight-eenth of Sp-tem-ber in eight-een sev-en-ty three,
I left my native Is-land and came to Mir-mi-chi,
I hired the day I land-ed to work in Snow-ball's mill,
That lare two-stor-ied build-ing at the foot of Sawdust Hill.

ON the eighteenth of November, the mill she did shut down,
which caused a general scattering, the men went walking round.
I hear of those that wanted men, that put me in good cheer.
I packed my Kennebecker and for Indiantown did steer.

When I arrived at Indiantown, being much fatigued from tramp,
I fell in with two portash teams bound for McCullam Camp.
John Ingraham, Bill Derringham were both of these men's names,
Belonging to McCullam Camp and drove two portash teams.

I drove with Billy Derringham, a verse for him I'll make,
He drove a gray and a roan that he brought from the Grand Lake,
The horse he weighed twelve hundred, and a noble beast to haul,
the mare she was a beauty too, although she was but small.

When we arrived at McCullam Camp, being hungry, tired and cold,
The face of Billy Bryenton was the first I did behold.
The crew they were as fine a bunch as ever I did see,
That was my first experience [up] on the Mirimichi.

Subject: Tune Add: THE SCHOONER BLIZZARD
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 12:25 PM

N-The Schooner Blizzard
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L-Come all you jol-ly
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L-sail-or-men that fal-low the salt sea, I pray a warn-ing you'll take; now lis-ten un-to me and do not be in
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L-haste, my boys, to
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L-leave your na-tive shore, To sail in those mean
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L-pac-kets where they
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M-2C-0 A-9 D-0 D-0_E-8 D-4 R-4
L-put no food on board.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE SCHOONER BLIZZARD
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 11:24 AM

THE SCHOONER BLIZZARD
(from the singing of Henry Burke)
(tune = irish derived variant of 'Lord Randal')
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' -pp198-200)

Come all you jol-ly sail-or-men that fol-low the salt sea,
I pray a warn-ing you'll take; now lis-ten un-to me,
And do not be in haste, my boys, to leave your na-tive shore,
To sail in those mean pac-kets where they put no food on board.

The twenty-eight September, lads, I'll ne'er forget that day,
The wind blew from the southwest as we got her under way.
We headed out the bay, my boys, thinking that all was right,
But little did we think we had no oil to burn that night.

Five days after leaving port in Sydney we did lay,
Our mate then said unto us, "Boys, we'll scrape her down today."
The we did commence to scrape and slush her down also,
Ans when the stewards did sing out, "Hash," our heads hung pretty low.

For when we got below, my boys, it did look pretty bad;
Our meat was stale, our bread half-baked, and butter none we had.
I guess we looked quite glum as we sat trembling like a leaf,
and every eye was fixed upon this chunk of rotten beef.

We laid there until Friday, then to South Sydney we did go.
We then discharded our ballast and got ready for to load.
We then did load a cargo of coal for Yarmouth bright and fair,
And five days after leaving port we anchored safely there.

We worked at painting all next day until the call for tea;
Then we dressed up and went on shore the pretty girls to see.
We strolled about the busy street uuntil the clock struck ten,
And we jogged on board of our "poor-house"; we felt quite sleepy then.

Next morning bright and early as we in our bunks did lay,
We heard our mate shout from on deck, "Boys, get her under way!"
We then jumped up and went o n deck to hear the next command;
'Twas "Get the hawser ready, boys, the tow boat is at hand."

We bid the Yarmouth girls adieu and towed outside the bay,
And after putting ropes shipshape, our mate to us did say:
"We are now bound down the coast, lads, to the port that's called Cow Bay"
To load another cargo for where I cannot say"

Five days after leaving port, In Cow Bay we did lay,
And there we had a gale of wind which made us work all day.
We carried fenders all day long; our sholders felt quite sore
Until we all agreed that we would carry them no more.

We then discharged our ballast and got ready for to load,
But where our craft was loading for 'twas no one of us knowed
Until we had her under way and slipped out with the tide,
Our Captain told our chief mate, "We are bound to Summerside."

Now sway and shout, my jolly tars, the wind is blowing mild.
We soon will set our topsails and steer for Summerside.
It's then we will parade on shore up to some butcher stall
For butter and meat that's fit to eat and likewise kerosene oil.

Our steward's name was Edmund Brown, as you will understand,
He went on shore in Summerside and worked a dirty plan;
He fell in with a maiden there whose name I do not know,
He told our Captain his wife was sick and home he had to go.

Our Captain thought the words the steward had told to him were true,
He left him go home, as he thought the lad was going to do;
But to our great surprise we heard from all around the town,
The steward and his fair maid had left to be married in Charlottetown.

Well, now my song is ended so I'll just relate to you
the names of these four hungry men who were the Blizzard's crew:
there's harry, Carles and Robert Burns, belonging to this town*
and likewise Harry from LaHave, who helped to write this song.

Well now, my lads from far and near, a word I'll give to you;
If you will lend a list'ning ear I'll tell you what to do
Never ship in Wolf's "poor-house," she'll shtarve you right to death.
So now you'll please excuse me, for I'm nearly out of breath.

Subject: Tune Add: THE SCHOONER KANDAHAR
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 10:34 AM

N-THE SCHOONER KANDAHAR
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L-'Twas in the schoon-er Kan-da-har, With Cap-tain Wil-liam Shube,
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L-We were a crew of sev-en all told, A hap-py, joy-ful crew. And when we go to
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L-do our work we do it joy-ful-ly, And when we al-so go on shore, We
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L-have a jol-ly good spree!

Subject: Lyr Add: THE SCHOONER KANDAHAR
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 09:04 AM

THE SCHOONER KANDAHAR
(Sepley Collin)
(From the singing of Frank Risser)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - pp196-198)

'Twas in the schoon-er Kan-da-har, With Cap-tain Wil-liam Shube,
We were a crew of sev-en all told, A hap-py joy-ful crew.
And when we go to do our work We do it joy-ful-ly,
And when we al-so go on shore, We have a joll-ly good spree.

It's also when we go on shore, we dress so very neat.
We try to charm those pretty girls, Which we meet upon the street.
They boldly step up to us And they ask us who we are;
We answer them politely, "From the schooner Kandahar!"

It's then we went to Louisburg A load of coal to take,
Bound down to St. John's, Newfoundland, a quick passage we did make.
Our captain he chartered her there For the island of Barbados.
He says, "We'll get our vessel ready for the favorable winds that blows!"

After thirteen days on passage Our vessel she sprang a leak,
But it not being serious On our same old course did keep.
With the favorable trade-winds a-blowing, We arrived in four days more,
But owing to smallpox raging there We were not allowed on shore.

They wanted to quarantine us; This made our captain mad.
He says, "Give me my orders and I'll go to Trinidad!"
After telegraphing all around, which caused us much delay,
The customs officer came on board and ordered us under way.

So gladly we got under way And went to Trinidad.
After lying there a week or more, Our vessel was leaking bad.
We had to go to St. Thomas's To put her on the slip.
I tell you, there we enjoyed ourselves The best of all that trip!

It's then we went to Sant'mingo, And that's a very good port.
We loaded a load of sugar Bound up to old New York.
With the favorable breezes a-blowing, We were getting right around;
We bid adieu to the Yankee girls, For Lunenburg we were bound.

We arrived safely in Lunenburg, The place we love the best;
We opened a jug of St. Thomas's rum And I guess you'll know the rest!
Now much success to the Kandahar With Captain William Shube,
Likewise mate, cook and sailors! We were a jolly crew.

Subject: RE: Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 08:46 AM

I'm being lazy and NOT converting the tune for 'The Loss of the Druid' to Songwright format. I *do* have it available in NWC format and midi; and will post the midi when our tech problems with that are resolved.

Subject: RE: Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 06:29 PM

all it takes is a computer and the book. *grin*

Subject: RE: Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman
From: Just Amy
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 06:21 PM

MMario - you are awesome, I adore you!

Subject: RE: Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 04:17 PM

Whalen's Fate

Subject: Lyr Add: THE LOSS OF THE DRUID
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 03:09 PM

THE LOSS OF THE DRUID
(crew of the Druid)
(from the singing of Henry Burke)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - p195)

I'll sing you a song of a schoon-er of fame,
In Lun-en-burg owned and the Du-id her name;
Jim-my Jack-son* her own-er, a mis-er was he,
Too greed-y to fit out his ves-sel for sea.

So Lun-en-burg boys, keep stead-y,
And still your rights main-tain,
For Jack-son swears he'll nev-er send
The Druid to sea a-gain!

With a fair, pleasant breeze we crossed the Gulf Stream,
Not knowing the danger was lurking at sea;
When off of Bermuda the barometer fell,
and warned us all to prepare for a gale.

Our captain came for'ard, his orders to give;
Nail up your forequarters and aft we will live
In God is our trust, for the gale is at hand.
Get ready, my boys, by the mainmast to stand!

The wind from the northeast blew a terrific blast,
which caused us poor sailors to cut away the mainmast.
The then tried our pumps and we found that she leaked;
The water she made was dreadful to speak.

*named changed at the request of the singer.

Subject: Tune Add: THE DONZELLA AND THE CEYLON
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 01:20 PM

N-The Donzella and the Ceylon
C-Daniel Smith
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F-from the singing of Henry Burke
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L-'Twas on the first of Feb-ru-a-ry from Lun-en-burg we set sail. Kind
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L-"ward us with a
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L-fair and pleas-ant
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L-sailed a-way, the
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L-Don-zel-la and Cey-lon.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE DONZELLA AND THE CEYLON
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 12:45 PM

THE DONZELLA AND THE CEYLON
(Danial Smith)
(From the singing of Captain Henry Burke)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - pp192-194)

'Twas on the first of Feb-ru-a-ry from Lun-en-burg we set sail.
Kind heav-en did re-ward us with a fair and pleas-ant gale.
We left the town of Lun-en-burg so ear-ly in the morn,
And side by side we sailed a-way, the Don-zel-la and Cey-lon.

And looking out to leeward, a schooner we did spy,
It is the Lizzie Wharton! our captain he did cry.
Our Captain is a Western mand, to Cape Negro he belongs,
And that's our mate from Lockeport, boys, by the name of Thomas Brown.

Our cook we shipped at Lunenburg, from Port Medway he came;
There are three others of our crew, you well do know each name.
Our hull and rigging are both good, our officers did say.
We'll run aloft our stays'ls, the donzella we will try!

The second night from home, lads, the wind did loudly blow,
At four o'clock in the morning away our jib did go.
Our captain he then came on deck and said to us, his men,
Take in that piece of jib, my lads! The storms'l we will bend!

Fourteen days from home, my lads, in Ponce, Porto Ric', we lay,
Our captain he then came on board and unto us did day,
We are the first in here, my boys! Now for a hearty cheer!
But in ten hours afterwards, the Donzella did appear.

We finished our outward cargo on the sixteenth day,
Our Captain he then came on board and unto us did say,
Our cargo is molasses, boys, for Boston, so I hear
We'll take it on board quick again and for the north we'll steer.

We left the port of Ponce, my boys, with a fair and pleasant gale,
Our little mate did loudly shout, Hoist up those lofty sails!
The Ceylon is as fast a boat as ever crossed the main,
Our Captain is a plucky man by the name of Charlie Swain.

After leaving Ponce we headed north, the breeze being fairly strong,
With all sail set under sunny skies the Ceylon stormed along,
The wind then increased very sharp, we quickly shortened sail,
I then heard Captain Swain remark, Prepare for a heavy gale.

The wind now blew a hurricane, we set our reefed stormsail.
The next ten hours we lay hove to in a vicious Gulf Stream gale.
We head-reached under double reefs six dreary days or more
The wind decreased, with rising glass, we knew the gale was o'er.

Next morning, boys, as we arose, the sun shone bright and clear,
We shook out our close reefs, for South Channel we did steer,
Our good ship speeded onward to the port that we were bound
But to our sad misfortune the wind did haul around.

That night it was a terrible one as you will understand;
The lightning flashed, the thunder rolled, another gale on hand,
At four o'clock in the morning, our ship we did heave to;
For twenty four long hours the wind did loudly blow.

Our food and water now being short we were distressed at sea,
Our run being up for Shelbourne, but land we could not see.
God know what will become of us, our officers did say.
We surely will be lost on shore or we'll be starved at sea.

[it was?]On the twenty-eighth of March, as you will understand,
With main boom broke and foremast sprung, by chance we made the land.
The land looked very strange to us, for it we did not know,
It proved Cape Breton Islands, a place called Point Michaud.

We drifted now toward the point, where breakers loud did roar;
We let go the both anchors, for we could do no more.
the cables snapped, the Ceylon struck, a crashing, shivering shock.
We safely got in our lifeboat and reached St. Peter's Lock.

Subject: Tune Add: CORBITT'S BARKENTINE
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 11:45 AM

N-CORBITT'S BARKENTINE
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L-Come all you brave An-nap-o-lis boys, I'll tell you what I've
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M-4B-3 B-8 B-8 B-4 E-4 E-4 E-4 E-4 E-4 E-5 F-8 G-4 G-4 F-4 E-4
L-seen, On a voyage to De-me-ra-ra in a fan-cy bark-en-
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M-4F-3 G-4 G-8 G-8 G-4 G-4 G-4 b-4 E-2 E-4 F-4 E-4 C-4 E-4
L-tine. The thir-ti-eth day of Au-gust in eight-een eight-y
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L-three. the Ev-a John-son took our lines and towed us out to
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L-sea.

Subject: Lyr Add: CORBITT'S BARKENTINE
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 11:30 AM

CORBITT'S BARKENTINE
(from the singing of Charles Boudreau)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' -pp189-191)

Come all you brave An-nap-o-lis boys, I'll tell you what I've seen,
On a voyage to De-me-ra-ra in a fan-cy bark-en-tine.
The thir-ti-eth day of Au-gust in eight-een eight-y three
The Ev-a John-son took our lines and towed us out to sea.

The mates did pick their watches and unto us did say,
If you can't do your duty, boys, she's the hottest out of the bay!
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what have I done, bo bitterly [one?] did scream,
That I should be shanghaied on board of Corbitt's barkentine?

The rising sun next morning shone on six seamen bold,
And one big dog named Rover made seven hands all told,
He was chum of the second mate, for when his watch was done,
Instead of going forward he would lie aft in the sun.

I think they were connected, if rightly I may guess,
For neither one spoke English, but they both said "ja" for "yes"
The wind is to the west'ard, she heads across the Stream.
the angry waves are rolling over Corbitt's barkentine.

Our Captain on the quarter, while thirteen days passed by,
A speck to the head and windward one morning did espy,
Now, mind your helm carefully, don't let her swing about,
And if the wind holds steadily we soon shall make her out.

It proved to be the Myrtle, with three long days a start,
And with a fair and lively breeze that drove her like a dart,
But now we exchange signals, she's to leeward on our beam,
She dips her colors gracefully to Corbitt's barkentine.

Oh, now we're shoving lumber, and the sweat like rain does pour,
Wishing for the night to come so we can get on shore,
And then we're up to Tibert's Bay upon some drunken spree,
Or else we're off a-dancing, upon our dignity!

But if our friends could see us, you bet that we'd be shy,
For we have sweethearts fore and aft, although they're on the sly,
And down there comes a yaller gal dressed up just like a queen,
Inquiring for the steward of Corbitt's barkentine.

Now we're loaded sugar and for Boston we are bound
We'll take our sand and canvas and we'll wash and scrub her down,
And after that is finished to painting we will go.
We are in hopes when that is done to get one watch below.

Old Neptune he had favored us with a fair and lively breeze.
and like a thing endowed with life she bounds across the seas.
Old Scotty caught a dolphin [that] turned yellow, blue and green.
The blood lies spattered on the deck of Corbitt's barkentine.

Now under a goose wing[ed] tops'l and a double-reefed mainsail,
With her head toward the nor'west she rides a furious gale.
If honest Tom was only here to hear those wild winds blow,
He'd wish to God that he was out of Corbitt's gondelow!

Our course being west nor'west, my boys, if I remember right,
With everything all sheeted home she heads for Boston Light
The sun upon the statehouse dome so brightly does gleam
it glitters forth a welcome to Corbitt's barkentine

Now we sight Nova Scotia's shores, with outstretched hands exclaims,
Like William Tell, Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again.
The up along that Granville shore majestically we sail.
We pass Goat Island on our lee all through the rain and hail.

And now we lie at anchor abreast this gay old town.
we'll run aloft Saint George's Cross, the wreath and Tory crown,
the people are all remarking; it is their only theme;
there lies the 'George E. Corbitt'! She's a handsome barkentine!

Subject: Tune Add: THE GALE OF AUGUST, '27
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 10:52 AM

N-The Gale of August, '27
C-George Swinamer
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T-
S-100
K-E
B-4/4
F-tune = The Death of Floyd Collins
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M-4R-3 G-4 b-4 b-4 c-4 b-4 b-4 G-4 F-4 F-4 E-4 F-4 E-4 C-4
L-Good peo-ple come and lis-ten, a sad sto-ry I will
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M-4E-2 R-4 G-4 b-5 b-8 c-4 b-4 b-4 G-4 G-4 F-4 E-4 E-4 F-4 G-4
L-tell, Of eight-y-sev-en fish-er-men, good men we all know
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M-4F-2 R-4 G-4 b-4 b-4 c-4 b-4 b-4 G-5 R-8 F-4 E-4 F-4 E-4 C-4
L-well, Who left their homes in Ap-ril to sail the rag-ing
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M-4E-2 R-4 B-4 E-8 E-5 E-4 F-4 G-8 b-5_b-4 c-4 b-4 G-4 F-4 E-4
L-seas, To reap the o-cean's har-vest that feed-eth you and
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M-1E-2 R-2
L-me.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE GALE OF AUGUST, '27
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 10:37 AM

THE GALE OF AUGUST, '27
(George Swinamer; tune=The Death of Floyd Collins)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' -pp184-185)

Good peo-ple, come and lis-ten, a sad sto-ry I will tell,
Of Eight-y-sev-en fish-er-men, good men we all know well,
Who left their homes in Apr-il to sail the rag-ing seas,
To reap the o-cean's har-vest that feed-eth you and me.

Their hearts were light within them to hoist those fleecy sails,
And soon they left the harbor to catch the pleasant gales,
But down on Sable Island, where those angry waves do rage
Those eighty-seven fishermen all met their watery graves.

For many miles before them they saw those angry waves,
And soon their vessels foundered beneath their sandy graves.
The have left us here in sorrow to live and earn our bread
And by God's helo, good people, I know we'll all be fed.

Their bodies now lie sleeping beneath that quick and rolling sand;
Their spirists are in heaven with that bright and happy band.
No more they'll hoist those topsails or fight the raging seas,
But on that bright eternal day they'll dwell where all is free.

On the ninth day of October, im memory of our dead,
Five thousand gathered in Lunenburg, by the band we all were led.
The harbor it was scattered with flowers sweet and fair,
And all denominations united there in prayer.

To Him who rules us from on high with His almighty hand,
Grant to us on this Judgement Day united we may stand
Where sould and body meet again, where pain and sorrow cease.
O, May we meet together there and dwell inendless peace!

Subject: Tune Add: A TRIP TO THE GRAND BANKS
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 10:23 AM

N-A Trip to the Grand Banks
C-Amos Hanson
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T-
S-100
K-C
B-2/4
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H-
M-8G-8 E-8 C-8 E-8 G-4 c-8 a-8 G-4 G-8 E-8 G-4 G-8 G-8 G-8 E-8 C-8 E-8 G-8 E-8 G-8_E-8 D-8 D-8 D-8 E-8 D-4 @-8 @-8
L-Ear-ly in the spring when the snow is all gone, The Pe-nob-scot boys are anx-ious their money for to earn; they will
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M-8C-4 C-8 D-8 E-8 E-8 E-8 F-8 G-8 G-8 a-8 E-8 G-4 G-8 G-8 a-4 c-8 a-8 a-8 F-8 E-8 C-8 D-4 C-8 C-8 C-5 R-8
L-fit out a fish-er-man, one hun-dred tons or nigh, For the Grand Banks of New-found-land their luck for to try.

Subject: Lyr Add: A TRIP TO THE GRAND BANKS
From: MMario
Date: 23 Dec 02 - 03:29 PM

A TRIP TO THE GRAND BANKS
(Amos Hanson)
(Doerflinger - Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman - p179-180)

Ear-ly in the spring when the snow is all gone,
The pe-nob-scot boys are anx-ious their mon-ey for to earn; they will fit out a fish-er-man, one hun-dred tons or nigh,
For the Grand Banks of New-found-land their luck for to try.

Sailing down the river, the weather being fine,
Our homes and our friends we leave far behind;
We pass by Sable Island, as we've oft done before,
Where the waves dash tremendous on a storm-beaten shore,

Now the vessel is our quarters, the ocean is our home,
And islands, capes and headlands we leave far astern
We run to the eastward for three or four days,
Then round and "sound" upon the western edge

The we run for the shoals and we run for the rocks,
Where the hagduls and Careys, they surround us in flocks;
We let go our best anchor, where the seas run so high,
On the Grand Banks of Newfoundland, the snapeyes for to try.

Early in the morn at the dawn of the day,
We jump into our dories, and saw, saw, away;
The snapeyes steal our bait, and we rip and we rave,
If ever we get home again, we'll give up the trade.

In this way we pass the summer, through dread and through fear
In fog mulss and gales of wind and big ships passing near;
The sometimes run the shcoonders down and sink them in the deep
The thoughts of such scenery is horrid to repeat.

Now the salt is all wet, but one half a pen,
The colors we will show and the mainsail we bend
Wash her down and scrub the decks, the dories we will sotw,
Then heave up the anchor! To the Westward we go!

Subject: Tune Add: THE SPRING TRIP OF THE SCHOONER AMBITION
From: MMario
Date: 23 Dec 02 - 02:55 PM

N-The Spring Trip of the Schooner Ambition
C-
A-
T-
S-100
K-G
B-6/8
F-
H-
M-1R-2 D-8 D-8 G-4 b-8 d-0 d-9 e-8 d-8 b-4 G-4 G-8 D-4 G-8 G-4 F-8 G-2 D-8 D-8
L-It was in the schoon-er Am-bi-tion, that I'm going to sing a-bout. Al-bert
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M-1G-0 G-9 b-8 d-4 e-8 d-4 b-8_b-4 a-8 c-4 b-8 a-4 G-8 a-2 R-8 D-8 G-0 G-9 b-8 d-4 e-8
L-Hil-mel-mann was our Cap-tain, Nine-teen was our full crowd. He tel-e-phoned to the
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M-5d-8 b-4 G-4 G-8 D-4 G-8 G-4 F-8 G-2 R-8 D-8 G-4 b-8 d-4 e-8 d-4 b-8 b-4 a-0 a-0
L-crew to come To go a-way this day. It was on March the Twen-ty-ninth, We're the
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M-1c-4 b-8 a-4 G-8 a-2 R-4
L-first to fill a-way

Subject: Lyr Add: THE SPRING TRIP OF THE SCHOONER AMBITION
From: MMario
Date: 23 Dec 02 - 02:11 PM

THE SPRING TRIP OF THE SCHOONER AMBITION
(from the singing of Captain Roger Conrad)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' pp177-179)

It was in the schoon-er Am-bi-tion,
That I'm going to sing a-bout
Al-bert him-mel-mann was our cap-tain,
Nine-teen was our full crowd

He te-e-phoned to the crew to come
To go a-way this day
It was on March the twen-ty-ninth
We're the first to fill a-way

We are in the port of Canso
The place we all know well,
and taking a baiting of frozen squid
The Atlantic Fish company did seel

We went out on the Western Bank
And started to let her play;
We baited up and let her run
And hauled our trawls that day

Next morning it was blowing hard;
Our vessel she went adrift,
The wind being from the south southeast
And all iced up on deck.

We shifted to the Western Bank
and finished our frozen squid
Then we went to Canso and got some more,
But we didn't finish all of it.

Then on our way to Magdalenes
We got among the ice;
We couldn't get over there for bait
So squared for P. E. I.

After laying there a week or more,
We then proceeded on;
We went to Cape North, a fishing there,
but the fish not being on;

After jogging round a day or more,
The fish then came around;
Some of the vessels had gone up north
Some went to Middle Ground

We finished fishing that baiting
And we started out for more;
We finished another small baiting,
Which makes a total of four.

On the last part of homeward passage,
The wind southeast by south;
After clearing up a little
We got in Middle south

The word was passed then all around
To come around in time;
And now the spring trip is ended
and everybody's feeling fine!

Subject: Tune Add: LET GO THE REEF TACKLE
From: MMario
Date: 23 Dec 02 - 01:45 PM

N-Let Go the Reef Tackle
C-
A-
T-
S-100
K-C
B-2/4
F-
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M-8R-4 E-8 D-8 C-4 E-8 G-8 b-8 c-4 d-8 e-4 e-8 d-8 c-4 b-8 a-8 G-0 c-9 a-8_F-8 F-8_a-8 F-8 E-8 E-2_E-4 E-8 D-8
L-As we sailed down the Chyan-el of old Eng-e-land, With our pen-nants all fly-ing at bay, and a
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B-3/4
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M-5C-2 D-8 C-8 C-4 E-4 G-4 a-4 c-2_c-5 a-8 G-4 G-4 c-4 E-4
L-man on the yard-arm a-clear-ing the reef tayck-le and
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M-1D-8 D-5 C-8 C-8 C-2_C-4_C-4 R-4 G-4
L-this is what he'd say, Let
B-4/4
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M-4c-2_c-8 b-8 c-8 b-8 a-4 F-4 R-4 a-4 d-2_d-8 c-8 d-8 c-8 b-4 G-4 R-4 G-4
L-go the reef a-tayck-le, let go the reef a-tayck-le, let
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M-4c-2_c-8 b-8 c-8 b-8 a-4 F-4 R-4 F-4 G-2_G-4 c-8 b-8 c-2_c-4 R-4
L-go the reef a-tayck-le, My sheets, they are jammed!

Subject: Lyr Add: LET GO THE REEF TACKLE
From: MMario
Date: 23 Dec 02 - 01:26 PM

LET GO THE REEF TACKLE
(from the singing of Patrick Tayluer)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - p165)

As we sailed down the Chyan-nel of old eng-e-land,
With our pen-nants all fly-ing at bay,
And a man on the yard-arm a-clear-ing
the reef tayck-le and this wis what he'd say:

Let go the reef a-tayck-le.
Let go the reef a-tayck-le,
Let go the reef a-tayck-le,
My sheets they are jammed

Subject: Tune Add: THE FEMALE WARRIOR
From: MMario
Date: 23 Dec 02 - 12:29 PM

N-The Female Warrior
C-
A-
T-
S-100
K-C
B-2/4
F-
H-
M-8R-5 F-8 G-8_C-8 E-8 F-8 G-8 c-4 b-8 a-4 D-9 E-0 D-5 D-0 E-0 F-4 F-8 G-8 b-8 a-4 G-8 E-4 C-9 E-0
L-This dam-sel was brought up to read and to write. But this dam-sel was nev-er brought up for to
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M-8C-4 R-8 T38bE-0 F-0 F-0 G-0 C-9_C-8 E-8 G-8 c-4 d-8 c-4 R-8 D-0 E-0 D-4 R-8 E-8 F-8 G-5 b-8 a-4 G-8 G-8_E-8 C-0 D-9
L-fight, * But be-ing gal-lant-ly dressed 9in her roy-al es-tate, she shipp'd on board of the Un-ion as
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M-1C-4 R-4
L-mate.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE FEMALE WARRIOR
From: MMario
Date: 23 Dec 02 - 11:59 AM

THE FEMALE WARRIOR
(from the singing of Capt. Henry E. Burke)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - p 143,144)

This dam-sel was brought up to read and to write,
But this dam-sel was nev-er brought up for to fight,
But be-ing gal-lant-ly dressed in her roy-al es-tate,
She shipp'd on board of the Un-ion as mate.

Where she served a twelve-month, a twelve-month or more,
Till at last we grew close to the old England Shore
There we saw a French pirate lying down by the main,
And it caused us to hoist up our taps'ls again.

We hoisted our tops'ls and bore down alongside,
But the first salutation we got was a broadside,
We gave them another just as hot as they sent
Now for to link each other was our full intent

This first salutation our captain was slain
And this damsel was chosen, master to remain
...
...

Then she fought this French pirate for hourse sever,
Till she scarcely had a man on her deck that could steder,
Till she scarcely had a man that could handle a gun
While the blood from her scuppers like water did run

For quarters, for quarters, this French Turk did cry;
But 'No quarters, No quarters!" this damsel replied.
You've had all the quarters that I can afford
You must fight, sink or swim, or die by the sword!

Subject: Lyr Add: THE FLYING CLOUD (2)
From: MMario
Date: 23 Dec 02 - 11:47 AM

THE FLYING CLOUD (2)
(from the singing of Archie lant - Ontario ~1890)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' pp138-139)

My name is Ed-ward Hal-la-han, as you may un-der-stand.
I was born in the coun-ty of Wa-ter-ford in E-rin's hap-py land.
It was in my ear-ly days of youth, when beau-ty on my shone,
My par-ents dot-ed on me, I be-ing their on-ly child.

My father bound me to a trade in Waterford's own town;
He bound me to a cooper there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for eighteen months or more,
When I shipped on board the Ocean Queen bound for Beleeza shore.

It waqs a short time after, that I met with Captain Moore; Commander of the Flying Cloud, belonging to Baltimore.
He asked me to go along with him, on a slavish voyage to go
To the burning shore of Africa where the sugarcane does grow.


Note: though Doerflinger prints only three verses - the tune has five phrase variants without direction as to where they are used or in what combinations.