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Thread #54759   Message #854060
Posted By: MMario
27-Dec-02 - 10:37 AM
Thread Name: Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman
Subject: Lyr Add: 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!