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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