Lyr Add: Mainsail Haul (C. Fox Smith)

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mainsail Haul (C. Fox Smith)
From: GUEST,John from Elsie`s Band.
Date: 21 Mar 07 - 03:13 PM

Dear Stallion,
               We have had this as a song in our repertoire, sung by Dave Watts for yonks.
                                             Regards,
                                              John

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mainsail Haul (C. Fox Smith)
From: Charley Noble
Date: 21 Mar 07 - 01:02 PM

Yes, "A Parting" is another good one, one in which the sailor back in port is saying good-bye to an ugly old tramp steamer: A Parting

Cheerily,
Charley Noble

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mainsail Haul (C. Fox Smith)
From: JudyB
Date: 20 Mar 07 - 08:53 PM

And I like their version of "A Parting"!

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mainsail Haul (C. Fox Smith)
From: Charley Noble
Date: 20 Mar 07 - 07:05 AM

Stallion et al-

Errr? From above:

"Gordon Morris (UK) of Marrowbones has adapted this poem for singing as recorded on FULL SAIL: Inside the Lid, © 2000."

In my opinion Gordon has done a good job of setting this poem to music. However, be warned that the recording quality of this CD is very uneven. That is rerettable as Gordon and his partner Peter Massey have successfully adapted several other C. Fox Smith poems and recorded them on this CD. I like what they've done with "Admiral Dugout," "Shipkeeper," "Tom Pasco," and "The Convalescent."

Cheerily,
Charley Noble

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mainsail Haul (C. Fox Smith)
From: stallion
Date: 20 Mar 07 - 05:40 AM

has anyone set this to music Charley?

Subject: Lyr Add: Mainsail Haul (C. Fox Smith)
From: Charley Noble
Date: 19 Mar 07 - 08:22 AM

Some sailors formed close bonds with their shipmates, and shipped together voyage after voyage. This haunting poem gauges the depth of such a friendship after one of the pair has died.

I'm not sure I'd get through this one at a memorial service.

MAINSAIL HAUL

(By Cicely Fox Smith)

"I don't want none of 'is stuff," said Bill, "nor I don't want none of 'is gear,
I don't want things as I've known 'im use nor things as I've seen 'im wear:
It ain't such things as them," he said, "an' that the truth, my son,
'Ull make me think o' Mike my pal, now Mike 'e's dead an' gone."

"There's Bluenose Pete 'e wants 'is palm an' the knife 'e wouldn't sell,
An' Jake 'e wants 'is good seaboots, 'cos 'is own they leak like hell,
An' one wants this an' one wants that, the way chaps do at sea –
Well, let them take their pick, says I, they can 'ave the lot for me."

"An' they can 'ave 'is teakwood chest wi' the paintin' as 'e did
O' the Southern Cross off Sydney 'Eads, full sail, inside the lid,
An' the marlin spike 'e always used, an' the bottled ship 'e made,
Rollin' up to the Western Isles, close-hauled on the Nor' East Trade.

"For Mike an' me was pals," said he, "an' I couldn't bring my mind
To wrangle like a greedy gull for the gear 'e left behind:
We've sailed together rough an' smooth, we've stuck it, sink or swim,
An' it ain't Mike's bits o' things, God knows, 'ull make me think of 'im."

"It's sun an' stars an' fog an' frost an' blue weather an' grey,
An' big seas curlin' green as glass afore they break in spray,
An' sudden dark on tropic seas dropped down like a blind that's drawn,
An' stormy sunsets off the capes an' strange landfalls at dawn."

"It's drunkards shoutin' scraps o' songs in waterfront saloons,
An' two-stringed fiddles Chink girls play thrum-thrumin' queer old tunes,
An' the papery noise the palm-trees make when offshore winds are wakin',
An' the fellers singin' out on the brace, an' the royal clew a-shakin'."

"It's things you eat an' things you drink in all the ports you know,
An' the raspy twang o' Spanish wine, an' mule trains tinklin' slow,
An' the steamy reek of Eastern towns an' stuffy smoky smells
In shrines where fat pot-bellied gods sit smilin' to theirsels."

"It's things you see an' things you 'ear an' things you feel an' do,
They bring the dead alive again, they make the old years new,
An' it ain't Mike's bits o' things I'll want, an' that's God's truth, my son,
To make me think o' Mike my pal, now Mike 'e's dead an' gone."

Notes:

From SEA SONGS AND BALLADS 1917-1922, edited by Cicely Fox Smith, published by Houghton Mifflin Co., New York, US, © 1924, pp. 8-10. First published in PUNCH, November 23, 1921, p. 417.

Gordon Morris (UK) of Marrowbones has adapted this poem for singing as recorded on FULL SAIL: Inside the Lid, © 2000.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble