i'm 71 years old and when i was born my father was 50. he was born in 1889 in newfoundland and spent his life on the sea, from two masted schooners to steamships and ended up as cook on the last schooner fishing from boston (the adventure.) i wish i could remember all the words but his version smelled of the north atlantic. "high aloft amidst the rigging, midst the freezing ice and snow." it was sung to the tune of kevin barry