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Thread #61643 Message #992090
Posted By: Roberto
28-Jul-03 - 01:41 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Louis Killen's The Sailor Cut Down
Subject: Lyr Add: SAILOR CUT DOWN IN HIS PRIME (from Killen
Please, some help with this text, The Sailor Cut Down in his Prime, as sung by Louis Killen on A Seaman's Garland, Sailors, Ships & Chanteys, vol.2 KnockOut 1997. I can't understand where was Louis a-walking, it sounds to me like "Haslow Seawall". But please, if someone owns the CD, have a look at the whole text, and correct it. Thank you. Roberto
As I was a-walking down by Haslow (????) Seawall Cold was the morning and dark was the day When who should I spy but one of my shipmates Wrapped up in flannel and cold as the clay
He called for a candle to light him to bed with Likewise a flannel to wrap 'round his head For his poor head was achin' and his heart it was a-breakin' He was a young sailor cut down in his prime
So beat the drums over and play the fife merrily Sound the dead march as you carry him along Take him to the graveyard, fire four volleys o'er him He was a young sailor cut down in his prime
Now, his good old mother, his dear old father They oft times had warned him about his past life When with those flash girls of the city he'd wander With flash girls of the city he take (?) his delight
So beat the drums over, ecc
Now he is dead and he's laid in his coffin Let six strong matelots (?) come and carry him along And likewise six young girls to carry white roses So as not to smell him as they pass along
So beat the drums over ecc
At the corner of the street two young women was standing One to the other was heard to remark: There goes a young sailor whose money we squandered Whose life we have tasted (?)and wasted away
So beat the drums over ecc
At the top of his tombstone, these words they are written: All you young seamen take a warning by me And never go courting flash girls of the city Flash girls of the city they've been the ruin of me
Beat the drums over and play the fife merrily Sound the dead march as you carry him along Take him to the graveyard, fire four volleys o'er him He was a young sailor cut down in his prime