THE JEANNIE C. (from DT, corrected)
(Stan Rogers)
Come all ye lads, draw near to me
That I be not forsaken
This day was lost the JEANNIE C.
And my living has been taken
I'll go to sea no more
We set out this day in the bright sunrise
The same as any other
My son and I, and old John Price
In the boat named for my mother
Now, it's well you know what the fishing has been
It's been scarce and hard and cruel
But this day, by God, we sure caught cod
And we sang and we laughed like fools
I'll never know what it was we struck
But strike we did like thunder
John Price gave a cry and pitched overside
Now it's forever he's gone under
Now a leak we've sprung, let there be no delay
If the JEANNIE C. we're saving
John Price is drowned and slipped away
So I'll patch the hole while you're bailing
But no leak I found from bow to hold
No rock it was that got her
But what I found made my heart stop cold
For every seam poured water
My God, I cried as she went down
That boat was like no other
My father built her when I was nine
And named her for my mother
And sure, I could have another made
In the boat shop down in Dover
But I would not love the keel they laid
Like the one the waves roll over
So come all ye lads, draw near to me
That I be not forsaken
This day was lost the JEANNIE C.
And my whole life has been taken
copyright Fogarty's Cove Music
@sea @wreck
"For the fishermen of Little Dover, Nova Scotia." -- 1978
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JN | THE JEANNIE C. (current DT)
(Stan Rogers)
Come all ye lads, draw near to me
That I be not forsaken
This day was lost the JEANNIE C.
And my living has been taken
I'll go to sea no more
We set out this day in the bright sunlight
The same as any other
My son and I and old John Price
In the boat named for my mother
Now, it's well you know how the fishing has been
It's been scarce and hard and cruel
But this day, by God, we sure caught cod
And we sang and laughed like fools
I'll never know just what we struck
But strike we did like thunder
John Price gave a cry and pitched overside
Now it's forever he's gone under
A leak we've sprung, let there be no delay
If the JEANNIE C. we're saving
John Price is drowned and slipped away
I'll patch the hole while you're bailing
But no hole I found from bow to hold
No rock it was that got her
But what I saw made my heart stop cold
For every seam poured water
My God, I cried as she went down
That boat was like no other
My father built her when I was nine
And named her for my mother
And sure, I could have another built
In the boatshop down in Dover
But I would not love the keel they laid
Like the one the waves roll over
So come all ye lads, draw near to me
That I be not forsaken
This day was lost the JEANNIE C.
And my whole life has been taken
copyright Fogarty's Cove Music
@sea @wreck
"For the fishermen of Little Dover, Nova Scotia." -- 1978
filename[ JEANNIEC
JN |