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.