Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman

Subject: Tune Add: HELLO, SOMEBODY
From: MMario
Date: 20 Dec 02 - 09:44 AM

N-Hello Somebody
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L-Hel-lo, some-bod-y, hel-lo! There's some-bod-y knock-ing at the gar-den gate
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L-Hel-lo some-bod-y, hel-lo! There's some-bod-y knock-ing at the gar-den gate
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L-Hel-lo some-bod-y Hel-lo! Some-bod-y wants to know mah name;
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L-Hel-lo, some-bod-y hel-lo. Some-bod-y wants to know mah name;
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L-Hel-lo some-bod-y, hel-lo!

Subject: Lyr Add: RISE ME UP FROM DOWN BELOW
From: MMario
Date: 20 Dec 02 - 11:41 AM

RISE ME UP FROM DOWN BELOW
(James P. Barker in the style of "Lemon" Curtis)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - p47)

Oh, I come from the world be-low. That is where the cocks do crow.
[Whis-key oh, John-ny oh!
Oh, rise me up from down be-low,
down be-low, oh, oh, oh, oh
Up a-loft this yard must go, John!
rise me up from down be-low!]

I come from the world below!
That is where the fires do roar

Subject: Tune Add: RISE ME UP FROM DOWN BELOW
From: MMario
Date: 20 Dec 02 - 12:01 PM

N-Rise Me Up From Down Below
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L-Oh, I come from the world be-low. That is where the
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L-cocks do crow. Whis-key oh, John-ny oh! Oh, rise me up from down be-low,
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L-down be-low, oh, oh, oh, oh Up a-loft this yard must go, John!
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L-rise me up from down be-low!

Subject: Lyr Add: HIGHLAND LADDIE
From: MMario
Date: 20 Dec 02 - 12:20 PM

HIGHLAND LADDIE
(from the singing of James P. Barker)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' -p50)

Ay, Ay, and a-way she goes,
[Bon-nie lad-die, Hie-land lad-die,
Ay, ay, and a-way she goes,
Bon-nie Hie-land lad-die!]

'Way she goes, heels and toes,

This is the day we sail this way,


Note: sung as a chorus throughout - walkaway shanty

Subject: Lyr Add: PADDY, GET BACK (from Richard Maitland)
From: MMario
Date: 20 Dec 02 - 12:42 PM

PADDY, GET BACK
(From the singing of Richard Maitland)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - pp. 54-55)

I was broke and out of a job in the city of London.
I went down the Shadwell Docks to get a ship.

Paddy get back. Take in the slack!
Heave away your capstan, heave a pawl, heave a pawl!
'Bout ship and stations, there, be handy,
Rise tacks 'n' sheets, 'n' mains'l haul!

There was a Yankee ship a-laying in the basin.
Shipping master told me she was going to New York.

If I ever get my hands on that shipping master,
I will murder him if it's the last thing that I do!

When the pilot left the ship, the captain told us
We were bound around Cape Horn to Callao!

And he said that she was hot and still a-heating,
And the best thing we could do was watch our step.

Now the mate and second mate belonged to Boston,
And the captain b'longed in Bangor down in Maine.

The three of them were rough-'n'-tumble fighters.
When not fighting amongst themselves, they fought with us.

Oh, they called us out one night to reef the tops'ls.
There was belayin' pins a-flyin' around the deck.

We came on deck and went to set the tops'ls.
Not a man among the bunch could sing a song.

Oh, the mate he grabbed ahold of me by the collar.
"If you don't sing a song, I'll break your blasted neck!"

I got up and gave them a verse of "Reuben Ranzo."
Oh, the answer that I got would make you sick!

It was three long months before we got to Callao,
And the ship she was called a floating hell.

We filled up there at Callao with saltpetre,
And then back again around Cape Horn!

(Alternate last verse)
We filled up with saltpetre to the hatches
And then bound around Cape Horn to Liverpool.

Subject: Tune Add: PADDY, GET BACK
From: MMario
Date: 20 Dec 02 - 01:09 PM

N-Paddy, Get Back
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L-I was broke and out of a job in the cit-y of
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L-Lon-don; I went down the Shad-well Docks to get a
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L-ship. Pad-dy get back, take in the
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L-slack! Heave a-way your cap-stan heave a
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L-pawl, Heave a pawl! 'Bout ship and sta-tions, there, be
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L-hand-y, Rise tacks 'n sheets, 'n main-s'ls
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L-haul!

The fourth measure has a major variation for the second stanza - not given here.

Subject: Lyr Add: JOHN BROWN'S BODY (HIP HIP HIP HURRAH)
From: MMario
Date: 20 Dec 02 - 02:00 PM

JOHN BROWN'S BODY (HIP HIP HIP HURRAH)
(from the singing of Richard Maitland)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' pp72-73)

John Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave
John Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave
John Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave
[Then it's hip, hip, hip, hur-rah!
Glo-ry Glo-ry Hal-le-lu-jah
Glo-ry Glo-ry Hal-le-lu-jah
Glo-ry Glo-ry Hal-le-lu-jah
Then it's hip, hip, hip, hur-rah!]

There's my girl with the blue dress on,

John Brown's wife drinks whiskey in her tea!

Subject: Lyr Add: STORMALONG
From: MMario
Date: 20 Dec 02 - 02:36 PM

DT tunefile - STRMALNG

STORMALONG
(from the singing of Richard Maitland)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman pp82-83)

Old Storm-a-long was a gay old man,
[To me, way, old Storm-a-long!
Old Storm-a-long was a grand old man
[Aye, aye,aye,Cap-tain Storm-a-long]

But now he's dead, poor old Stor-my's gone
We bur-ied old Storm-y off Cape Horn

Poor old Stormy we'll ne'er see again.
We buried Poor Stormy off Cape Horn

We rolled him up in a silvery shroud
We lowered him down with a golden chain.

Although he's gone, he's left us a son.
How I wis I was old Stormy's son!

I'd build a ship of a thousand ton
I'd load her down with New England Rum

I'd sail this wide world round and round
And every day my crew would get their rum!

I'd pour out two drinks for the shantyman (twice)

I'd pour out drinks for every man
And a double cup for the shantyman!

Subject: Lyr Add: SUSIANA
From: MMario
Date: 20 Dec 02 - 02:53 PM

SUSIANA
(from the singing of Eliezer Zinck - Nova Scotia)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - p83)

We'll heave him up from down be-low
[hoo-ray, oh, Su-si-a-na!]
We'll heave him up and a-way we'll go,
[A-way right o-ver the moun-tain!]


Note: pump or hauling shanty

Subject: Tune Add: SUSIANA
From: MMario
Date: 20 Dec 02 - 03:05 PM

N-Susiana
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L-We'll heave him up from down be-low, Hoo-ray, oh, Su-si-a-na! We'll
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L-heave him up and a-way we'll go, A-way right o-ver the moun-tain!

Subject: Lyr Add: THE CAMPANERO
From: MMario
Date: 20 Dec 02 - 03:39 PM

THE CAMPANERO
(from the singing of Patrick Tayluer)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - pp84-85)

Intro:

Oh, when-ev-er I went a-way, The stor-y I'd like to tell,
A-bout an 'an-dy lit-tle bark, the Camp-an-er-o.

Chorus:
Oh, it's be-tween the cook and the pump,
Well they drive me off me chump
On the 'and-y lit-tle bark, the Camp-an-er-o!
If I ev-er go to sea, Well, it won't be up to me
To go in that hand-y lit-tle bark, the Camp-an-er-o!

Verse:

Oh, the skip-per he is a bull-doz-er,
And you nev-er did hear
The words that come from a man's mouth so often
The mate he wants to fight, and then dur-in' eve-ry night,
the boys a-round the hatch they all sur-round him.

well, I'd have you all to know that wherever you do go,
If you see the name a-running fore-and-aft her,
Don't jine her anywhere, or you'll never forget the day
That you jined that 'andy little bark, the Campenaro!

You may ring around the world, and go just where you please,
She's a livin' at a single time for days and months.
But if you'll take a sailor's advice, you'll get married once or twice
Before you jine that 'andy little bark, the Campenaro!

Chorus:

Subject: Lyr Add: JA, JA, JA
From: MMario
Date: 20 Dec 02 - 03:59 PM

JA, JA, JA
(from the singing of Patrick Tayluer - pump shanty)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' p86)

O mitsch mein ink-um stink-um buck-er-room and mein ja, ja, ja
Mitsch mein ink-um stink-um buck-er-room and mein ja, ja, ja
Vell, ve'll git up on der shteep-les
and ve'll spit down on der peo-ples,
Mitsch mein ja, ja, ja!

Subject: Lyr Add: THE SAILOR'S WAY
From: MMario
Date: 20 Dec 02 - 04:20 PM

see also Across The Line (dt file sailfate)

THE SAILOR'S WAY
(from the singing of Frank VIckery - tune=Off to Sea Once More)
(Doerflinger -'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman - p109)

I've sailed among the Yankees, The Spainards and Chinees.
I've laind down with the yellow girls beneath the tall palm trees.
I've crossed the Line and Gulf Stream, and around by Table Bay,
And around Cape Horn and home again, oh, that's the sailor's way!

Oh, bobby'll go to his darling, and Johnny'll go to his dear,
And Mike will go to his wife and fam'ly, and Andrew for pipes and beer;
But I'll got to the dance hall to hear the music play,
For around Cape Horn and home again, oh, that is the sailor's way!

Subject: Lyr Add: THE BIG FIVE-GALLON JAR
From: MMario
Date: 20 Dec 02 - 04:33 PM

THE BIG FIVE-GALLON JAR
(from Henry E. Burke)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - p111)

In Liv-er-pool there liv'd a man Jack Jennings was his name
And in the days of square-rigged sail he played the shang-hai game
His wife's name was Car-o-line, sail-ors knew from near and far;
And when she played the shang-hai game she used his big sone jar.

In the old Vir-gin-ia low-lands,low-lands,low,
In the old Vir-gin-ia low-lands low!@

There were drunkards in the corner and bummers at the bar
And Caroline was supplying them with a big five-gallon jar
...
...

Said old Jack to old Caroline, I'll tell you what we'll do,
There's a ship lying down to McKinnon's Wharf; I think she wants a crew.
We'll go down around the corners to get some drunken tars
We'll shanghai them away out of Liverpool Bay with a big five gallon jar.

So JAck and Cal they worked their game when the ships signed on their tars,
Skys'l Jack and Pete and Bowline Bill helped to judge old Cal's five gallon jar.
Now we'll bid adieu to Cal and Jack and set our sails for ports afar
Dear Shanghai Cal, we'll all come back, and sample Jack's five-gallon jar.

Burke's title for this was "Cal and Jack - the Shanghai-ers"

Subject: RE: Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman
From: MMario
Date: 20 Dec 02 - 04:40 PM

for Five-Gallon JAr - see also the Big Stone Jar in DT - tune is not quite the same - but close.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE FLYING CLOUD (2)
From: MMario
Date: 23 Dec 02 - 11:47 AM

THE FLYING CLOUD (2)
(from the singing of Archie lant - Ontario ~1890)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' pp138-139)

My name is Ed-ward Hal-la-han, as you may un-der-stand.
I was born in the coun-ty of Wa-ter-ford in E-rin's hap-py land.
It was in my ear-ly days of youth, when beau-ty on my shone,
My par-ents dot-ed on me, I be-ing their on-ly child.

My father bound me to a trade in Waterford's own town;
He bound me to a cooper there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for eighteen months or more,
When I shipped on board the Ocean Queen bound for Beleeza shore.

It waqs a short time after, that I met with Captain Moore; Commander of the Flying Cloud, belonging to Baltimore.
He asked me to go along with him, on a slavish voyage to go
To the burning shore of Africa where the sugarcane does grow.


Note: though Doerflinger prints only three verses - the tune has five phrase variants without direction as to where they are used or in what combinations.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE FEMALE WARRIOR
From: MMario
Date: 23 Dec 02 - 11:59 AM

THE FEMALE WARRIOR
(from the singing of Capt. Henry E. Burke)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - p 143,144)

This dam-sel was brought up to read and to write,
But this dam-sel was nev-er brought up for to fight,
But be-ing gal-lant-ly dressed in her roy-al es-tate,
She shipp'd on board of the Un-ion as mate.

Where she served a twelve-month, a twelve-month or more,
Till at last we grew close to the old England Shore
There we saw a French pirate lying down by the main,
And it caused us to hoist up our taps'ls again.

We hoisted our tops'ls and bore down alongside,
But the first salutation we got was a broadside,
We gave them another just as hot as they sent
Now for to link each other was our full intent

This first salutation our captain was slain
And this damsel was chosen, master to remain
...
...

Then she fought this French pirate for hourse sever,
Till she scarcely had a man on her deck that could steder,
Till she scarcely had a man that could handle a gun
While the blood from her scuppers like water did run

For quarters, for quarters, this French Turk did cry;
But 'No quarters, No quarters!" this damsel replied.
You've had all the quarters that I can afford
You must fight, sink or swim, or die by the sword!

Subject: Tune Add: THE FEMALE WARRIOR
From: MMario
Date: 23 Dec 02 - 12:29 PM

N-The Female Warrior
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L-This dam-sel was brought up to read and to write. But this dam-sel was nev-er brought up for to
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L-fight, * But be-ing gal-lant-ly dressed 9in her roy-al es-tate, she shipp'd on board of the Un-ion as
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L-mate.

Subject: Lyr Add: LET GO THE REEF TACKLE
From: MMario
Date: 23 Dec 02 - 01:26 PM

LET GO THE REEF TACKLE
(from the singing of Patrick Tayluer)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - p165)

As we sailed down the Chyan-nel of old eng-e-land,
With our pen-nants all fly-ing at bay,
And a man on the yard-arm a-clear-ing
the reef tayck-le and this wis what he'd say:

Let go the reef a-tayck-le.
Let go the reef a-tayck-le,
Let go the reef a-tayck-le,
My sheets they are jammed

Subject: Tune Add: LET GO THE REEF TACKLE
From: MMario
Date: 23 Dec 02 - 01:45 PM

N-Let Go the Reef Tackle
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L-As we sailed down the Chyan-el of old Eng-e-land, With our pen-nants all fly-ing at bay, and a
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L-man on the yard-arm a-clear-ing the reef tayck-le and
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L-this is what he'd say, Let
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L-go the reef a-tayck-le, let go the reef a-tayck-le, let
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L-go the reef a-tayck-le, My sheets, they are jammed!

Subject: Lyr Add: THE SPRING TRIP OF THE SCHOONER AMBITION
From: MMario
Date: 23 Dec 02 - 02:11 PM

THE SPRING TRIP OF THE SCHOONER AMBITION
(from the singing of Captain Roger Conrad)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' pp177-179)

It was in the schoon-er Am-bi-tion,
That I'm going to sing a-bout
Al-bert him-mel-mann was our cap-tain,
Nine-teen was our full crowd

He te-e-phoned to the crew to come
To go a-way this day
It was on March the twen-ty-ninth
We're the first to fill a-way

We are in the port of Canso
The place we all know well,
and taking a baiting of frozen squid
The Atlantic Fish company did seel

We went out on the Western Bank
And started to let her play;
We baited up and let her run
And hauled our trawls that day

Next morning it was blowing hard;
Our vessel she went adrift,
The wind being from the south southeast
And all iced up on deck.

We shifted to the Western Bank
and finished our frozen squid
Then we went to Canso and got some more,
But we didn't finish all of it.

Then on our way to Magdalenes
We got among the ice;
We couldn't get over there for bait
So squared for P. E. I.

After laying there a week or more,
We then proceeded on;
We went to Cape North, a fishing there,
but the fish not being on;

After jogging round a day or more,
The fish then came around;
Some of the vessels had gone up north
Some went to Middle Ground

We finished fishing that baiting
And we started out for more;
We finished another small baiting,
Which makes a total of four.

On the last part of homeward passage,
The wind southeast by south;
After clearing up a little
We got in Middle south

The word was passed then all around
To come around in time;
And now the spring trip is ended
and everybody's feeling fine!

Subject: Tune Add: THE SPRING TRIP OF THE SCHOONER AMBITION
From: MMario
Date: 23 Dec 02 - 02:55 PM

N-The Spring Trip of the Schooner Ambition
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L-It was in the schoon-er Am-bi-tion, that I'm going to sing a-bout. Al-bert
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L-Hil-mel-mann was our Cap-tain, Nine-teen was our full crowd. He tel-e-phoned to the
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L-crew to come To go a-way this day. It was on March the Twen-ty-ninth, We're the
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L-first to fill a-way

Subject: Lyr Add: A TRIP TO THE GRAND BANKS
From: MMario
Date: 23 Dec 02 - 03:29 PM

A TRIP TO THE GRAND BANKS
(Amos Hanson)
(Doerflinger - Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman - p179-180)

Ear-ly in the spring when the snow is all gone,
The pe-nob-scot boys are anx-ious their mon-ey for to earn; they will fit out a fish-er-man, one hun-dred tons or nigh,
For the Grand Banks of New-found-land their luck for to try.

Sailing down the river, the weather being fine,
Our homes and our friends we leave far behind;
We pass by Sable Island, as we've oft done before,
Where the waves dash tremendous on a storm-beaten shore,

Now the vessel is our quarters, the ocean is our home,
And islands, capes and headlands we leave far astern
We run to the eastward for three or four days,
Then round and "sound" upon the western edge

The we run for the shoals and we run for the rocks,
Where the hagduls and Careys, they surround us in flocks;
We let go our best anchor, where the seas run so high,
On the Grand Banks of Newfoundland, the snapeyes for to try.

Early in the morn at the dawn of the day,
We jump into our dories, and saw, saw, away;
The snapeyes steal our bait, and we rip and we rave,
If ever we get home again, we'll give up the trade.

In this way we pass the summer, through dread and through fear
In fog mulss and gales of wind and big ships passing near;
The sometimes run the shcoonders down and sink them in the deep
The thoughts of such scenery is horrid to repeat.

Now the salt is all wet, but one half a pen,
The colors we will show and the mainsail we bend
Wash her down and scrub the decks, the dories we will sotw,
Then heave up the anchor! To the Westward we go!

Subject: Tune Add: A TRIP TO THE GRAND BANKS
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 10:23 AM

N-A Trip to the Grand Banks
C-Amos Hanson
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L-Ear-ly in the spring when the snow is all gone, The Pe-nob-scot boys are anx-ious their money for to earn; they will
H-
M-8C-4 C-8 D-8 E-8 E-8 E-8 F-8 G-8 G-8 a-8 E-8 G-4 G-8 G-8 a-4 c-8 a-8 a-8 F-8 E-8 C-8 D-4 C-8 C-8 C-5 R-8
L-fit out a fish-er-man, one hun-dred tons or nigh, For the Grand Banks of New-found-land their luck for to try.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE GALE OF AUGUST, '27
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 10:37 AM

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!

Subject: Tune Add: THE GALE OF AUGUST, '27
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 10:52 AM

N-The Gale of August, '27
C-George Swinamer
A-
T-
S-100
K-E
B-4/4
F-tune = The Death of Floyd Collins
H-
M-4R-3 G-4 b-4 b-4 c-4 b-4 b-4 G-4 F-4 F-4 E-4 F-4 E-4 C-4
L-Good peo-ple come and lis-ten, a sad sto-ry I will
H-
M-4E-2 R-4 G-4 b-5 b-8 c-4 b-4 b-4 G-4 G-4 F-4 E-4 E-4 F-4 G-4
L-tell, Of eight-y-sev-en fish-er-men, good men we all know
H-
M-4F-2 R-4 G-4 b-4 b-4 c-4 b-4 b-4 G-5 R-8 F-4 E-4 F-4 E-4 C-4
L-well, Who left their homes in Ap-ril to sail the rag-ing
H-
M-4E-2 R-4 B-4 E-8 E-5 E-4 F-4 G-8 b-5_b-4 c-4 b-4 G-4 F-4 E-4
L-seas, To reap the o-cean's har-vest that feed-eth you and
H-
M-1E-2 R-2
L-me.

Subject: Lyr Add: CORBITT'S BARKENTINE
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 11:30 AM

CORBITT'S BARKENTINE
(from the singing of Charles Boudreau)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' -pp189-191)

Come all you brave An-nap-o-lis boys, I'll tell you what I've seen,
On a voyage to De-me-ra-ra in a fan-cy bark-en-tine.
The thir-ti-eth day of Au-gust in eight-een eight-y three
The Ev-a John-son took our lines and towed us out to sea.

The mates did pick their watches and unto us did say,
If you can't do your duty, boys, she's the hottest out of the bay!
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what have I done, bo bitterly [one?] did scream,
That I should be shanghaied on board of Corbitt's barkentine?

The rising sun next morning shone on six seamen bold,
And one big dog named Rover made seven hands all told,
He was chum of the second mate, for when his watch was done,
Instead of going forward he would lie aft in the sun.

I think they were connected, if rightly I may guess,
For neither one spoke English, but they both said "ja" for "yes"
The wind is to the west'ard, she heads across the Stream.
the angry waves are rolling over Corbitt's barkentine.

Our Captain on the quarter, while thirteen days passed by,
A speck to the head and windward one morning did espy,
Now, mind your helm carefully, don't let her swing about,
And if the wind holds steadily we soon shall make her out.

It proved to be the Myrtle, with three long days a start,
And with a fair and lively breeze that drove her like a dart,
But now we exchange signals, she's to leeward on our beam,
She dips her colors gracefully to Corbitt's barkentine.

Oh, now we're shoving lumber, and the sweat like rain does pour,
Wishing for the night to come so we can get on shore,
And then we're up to Tibert's Bay upon some drunken spree,
Or else we're off a-dancing, upon our dignity!

But if our friends could see us, you bet that we'd be shy,
For we have sweethearts fore and aft, although they're on the sly,
And down there comes a yaller gal dressed up just like a queen,
Inquiring for the steward of Corbitt's barkentine.

Now we're loaded sugar and for Boston we are bound
We'll take our sand and canvas and we'll wash and scrub her down,
And after that is finished to painting we will go.
We are in hopes when that is done to get one watch below.

Old Neptune he had favored us with a fair and lively breeze.
and like a thing endowed with life she bounds across the seas.
Old Scotty caught a dolphin [that] turned yellow, blue and green.
The blood lies spattered on the deck of Corbitt's barkentine.

Now under a goose wing[ed] tops'l and a double-reefed mainsail,
With her head toward the nor'west she rides a furious gale.
If honest Tom was only here to hear those wild winds blow,
He'd wish to God that he was out of Corbitt's gondelow!

Our course being west nor'west, my boys, if I remember right,
With everything all sheeted home she heads for Boston Light
The sun upon the statehouse dome so brightly does gleam
it glitters forth a welcome to Corbitt's barkentine

Now we sight Nova Scotia's shores, with outstretched hands exclaims,
Like William Tell, Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again.
The up along that Granville shore majestically we sail.
We pass Goat Island on our lee all through the rain and hail.

And now we lie at anchor abreast this gay old town.
we'll run aloft Saint George's Cross, the wreath and Tory crown,
the people are all remarking; it is their only theme;
there lies the 'George E. Corbitt'! She's a handsome barkentine!

Subject: Tune Add: CORBITT'S BARKENTINE
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 11:45 AM

N-CORBITT'S BARKENTINE
C-
A-
T-
S-100
K-E
B-2/2
F-
H-
M-4R-3 G-4 G-5 G-8 G-5 G-8 b-8 E-0 E-0 E-2 E-4 F-4 E-4 C-4 E-4
L-Come all you brave An-nap-o-lis boys, I'll tell you what I've
H-
M-4B-3 B-8 B-8 B-4 E-4 E-4 E-4 E-4 E-4 E-5 F-8 G-4 G-4 F-4 E-4
L-seen, On a voyage to De-me-ra-ra in a fan-cy bark-en-
H-
M-4F-3 G-4 G-8 G-8 G-4 G-4 G-4 b-4 E-2 E-4 F-4 E-4 C-4 E-4
L-tine. The thir-ti-eth day of Au-gust in eight-een eight-y
H-
M-4B-3 a-4 a-5 c-8 a-4 F-4 G-4 b-4 G-4 E-4 C-4 C-4 D-4 B-4
L-three. the Ev-a John-son took our lines and towed us out to
H-
M-1E-3 R4
L-sea.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE DONZELLA AND THE CEYLON
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 12:45 PM

THE DONZELLA AND THE CEYLON
(Danial Smith)
(From the singing of Captain Henry Burke)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - pp192-194)

'Twas on the first of Feb-ru-a-ry from Lun-en-burg we set sail.
Kind heav-en did re-ward us with a fair and pleas-ant gale.
We left the town of Lun-en-burg so ear-ly in the morn,
And side by side we sailed a-way, the Don-zel-la and Cey-lon.

And looking out to leeward, a schooner we did spy,
It is the Lizzie Wharton! our captain he did cry.
Our Captain is a Western mand, to Cape Negro he belongs,
And that's our mate from Lockeport, boys, by the name of Thomas Brown.

Our cook we shipped at Lunenburg, from Port Medway he came;
There are three others of our crew, you well do know each name.
Our hull and rigging are both good, our officers did say.
We'll run aloft our stays'ls, the donzella we will try!

The second night from home, lads, the wind did loudly blow,
At four o'clock in the morning away our jib did go.
Our captain he then came on deck and said to us, his men,
Take in that piece of jib, my lads! The storms'l we will bend!

Fourteen days from home, my lads, in Ponce, Porto Ric', we lay,
Our captain he then came on board and unto us did day,
We are the first in here, my boys! Now for a hearty cheer!
But in ten hours afterwards, the Donzella did appear.

We finished our outward cargo on the sixteenth day,
Our Captain he then came on board and unto us did say,
Our cargo is molasses, boys, for Boston, so I hear
We'll take it on board quick again and for the north we'll steer.

We left the port of Ponce, my boys, with a fair and pleasant gale,
Our little mate did loudly shout, Hoist up those lofty sails!
The Ceylon is as fast a boat as ever crossed the main,
Our Captain is a plucky man by the name of Charlie Swain.

After leaving Ponce we headed north, the breeze being fairly strong,
With all sail set under sunny skies the Ceylon stormed along,
The wind then increased very sharp, we quickly shortened sail,
I then heard Captain Swain remark, Prepare for a heavy gale.

The wind now blew a hurricane, we set our reefed stormsail.
The next ten hours we lay hove to in a vicious Gulf Stream gale.
We head-reached under double reefs six dreary days or more
The wind decreased, with rising glass, we knew the gale was o'er.

Next morning, boys, as we arose, the sun shone bright and clear,
We shook out our close reefs, for South Channel we did steer,
Our good ship speeded onward to the port that we were bound
But to our sad misfortune the wind did haul around.

That night it was a terrible one as you will understand;
The lightning flashed, the thunder rolled, another gale on hand,
At four o'clock in the morning, our ship we did heave to;
For twenty four long hours the wind did loudly blow.

Our food and water now being short we were distressed at sea,
Our run being up for Shelbourne, but land we could not see.
God know what will become of us, our officers did say.
We surely will be lost on shore or we'll be starved at sea.

[it was?]On the twenty-eighth of March, as you will understand,
With main boom broke and foremast sprung, by chance we made the land.
The land looked very strange to us, for it we did not know,
It proved Cape Breton Islands, a place called Point Michaud.

We drifted now toward the point, where breakers loud did roar;
We let go the both anchors, for we could do no more.
the cables snapped, the Ceylon struck, a crashing, shivering shock.
We safely got in our lifeboat and reached St. Peter's Lock.

Subject: Tune Add: THE DONZELLA AND THE CEYLON
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 01:20 PM

N-The Donzella and the Ceylon
C-Daniel Smith
A-
T-
S-132
K-Eb
B-6/8
F-from the singing of Henry Burke
H-
M-4R-2 R-8 G-8 b-4 b-8 a-4 b-8 c-8 c-4 D&0 D-8 R-0 F-8 a-8 G-8 F-8 E-4 F-8 E-4 R-4 E-8
L-'Twas on the first of Feb-ru-a-ry from Lun-en-burg we set sail. Kind
B-2/4
H-
M-1G-0 E-9 G-9 b-0
L-heav-en did re
B-6/8
H-
M-1e-8 b-4 R-8 b-8 c-8
L-"ward us with a
B-2/4
H-
M-1e-0 e-9 d&8 c-8
L-fair and pleas-ant
B-3/4
H-
M-5b-5 R-4 E-8 G-4 E-8 G-8 b-4 e-8 e-8 b-8_b-4 c-8 d&8 e-4 d-4 c-8 b-5 R-4 G--_a-=
L-gale. we left the town of Lun-en-burg so ear-ly in the morn, and
B-2/4
H-
M-1-8 c-8 a-8 c-8
L-"side by side we
B-3/4
H-
M-1E-9 D-0 B-4 R-8 E-8
L-sailed a-way, the
B-6/8
H-
M-3D-9 C-0 B-8 E-4 E-8 E-4 R-2
L-Don-zel-la and Cey-lon.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE LOSS OF THE DRUID
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 03:09 PM

THE LOSS OF THE DRUID
(crew of the Druid)
(from the singing of Henry Burke)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - p195)

I'll sing you a song of a schoon-er of fame,
In Lun-en-burg owned and the Du-id her name;
Jim-my Jack-son* her own-er, a mis-er was he,
Too greed-y to fit out his ves-sel for sea.

So Lun-en-burg boys, keep stead-y,
And still your rights main-tain,
For Jack-son swears he'll nev-er send
The Druid to sea a-gain!

With a fair, pleasant breeze we crossed the Gulf Stream,
Not knowing the danger was lurking at sea;
When off of Bermuda the barometer fell,
and warned us all to prepare for a gale.

Our captain came for'ard, his orders to give;
Nail up your forequarters and aft we will live
In God is our trust, for the gale is at hand.
Get ready, my boys, by the mainmast to stand!

The wind from the northeast blew a terrific blast,
which caused us poor sailors to cut away the mainmast.
The then tried our pumps and we found that she leaked;
The water she made was dreadful to speak.

*named changed at the request of the singer.

Subject: RE: Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 04:17 PM

Whalen's Fate

Subject: RE: Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman
From: Just Amy
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 06:21 PM

MMario - you are awesome, I adore you!

Subject: RE: Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman
From: MMario
Date: 27 Dec 02 - 06:29 PM

all it takes is a computer and the book. *grin*

Subject: RE: Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 08:46 AM

I'm being lazy and NOT converting the tune for 'The Loss of the Druid' to Songwright format. I *do* have it available in NWC format and midi; and will post the midi when our tech problems with that are resolved.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE SCHOONER KANDAHAR
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 09:04 AM

THE SCHOONER KANDAHAR
(Sepley Collin)
(From the singing of Frank Risser)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - pp196-198)

'Twas in the schoon-er Kan-da-har, With Cap-tain Wil-liam Shube,
We were a crew of sev-en all told, A hap-py joy-ful crew.
And when we go to do our work We do it joy-ful-ly,
And when we al-so go on shore, We have a joll-ly good spree.

It's also when we go on shore, we dress so very neat.
We try to charm those pretty girls, Which we meet upon the street.
They boldly step up to us And they ask us who we are;
We answer them politely, "From the schooner Kandahar!"

It's then we went to Louisburg A load of coal to take,
Bound down to St. John's, Newfoundland, a quick passage we did make.
Our captain he chartered her there For the island of Barbados.
He says, "We'll get our vessel ready for the favorable winds that blows!"

After thirteen days on passage Our vessel she sprang a leak,
But it not being serious On our same old course did keep.
With the favorable trade-winds a-blowing, We arrived in four days more,
But owing to smallpox raging there We were not allowed on shore.

They wanted to quarantine us; This made our captain mad.
He says, "Give me my orders and I'll go to Trinidad!"
After telegraphing all around, which caused us much delay,
The customs officer came on board and ordered us under way.

So gladly we got under way And went to Trinidad.
After lying there a week or more, Our vessel was leaking bad.
We had to go to St. Thomas's To put her on the slip.
I tell you, there we enjoyed ourselves The best of all that trip!

It's then we went to Sant'mingo, And that's a very good port.
We loaded a load of sugar Bound up to old New York.
With the favorable breezes a-blowing, We were getting right around;
We bid adieu to the Yankee girls, For Lunenburg we were bound.

We arrived safely in Lunenburg, The place we love the best;
We opened a jug of St. Thomas's rum And I guess you'll know the rest!
Now much success to the Kandahar With Captain William Shube,
Likewise mate, cook and sailors! We were a jolly crew.

Subject: Tune Add: THE SCHOONER KANDAHAR
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 10:34 AM

N-THE SCHOONER KANDAHAR
C-
A-
T-
S-100
K-C
B-6/8
F-
H-
M-5R-2 R-8 C-8 C-4 E-8 G-9_a-0 G-8 c-9_b-0 c-8 F-4 G-8 F-8_E-8 D-8 G-4 G-8 C-4_C-5 c-8
L-'Twas in the schoon-er Kan-da-har, With Cap-tain Wil-liam Shube,
H-
M-5d-4 d-8 G-9_a-0 b-8 c-9 b-0 c-8 d-8_c-8 a-8 G-4 G-8 b-4 a-8 G-4_G-5 c-8 d-4 d-8 G-8_a-8 b-8
L-We were a crew of sev-en all told, A hap-py, joy-ful crew. And when we go to
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M-5c-9_b-0 c-8 d-8_c-8 a-8 G-4 G-8 b-4 a-8 G-4_G-5 G-8 C-4 E-8 G-9_a-0 G-8 c-9_b-0 c-8 G-4 G-8
L-do our work we do it joy-ful-ly, And when we al-so go on shore, We
H-
M-2F-8_E-8 D-8 G-8 G-8 G-8 C-5 R-5
L-have a jol-ly good spree!

Subject: Lyr Add: THE SCHOONER BLIZZARD
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 11:24 AM

THE SCHOONER BLIZZARD
(from the singing of Henry Burke)
(tune = irish derived variant of 'Lord Randal')
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' -pp198-200)

Come all you jol-ly sail-or-men that fol-low the salt sea,
I pray a warn-ing you'll take; now lis-ten un-to me,
And do not be in haste, my boys, to leave your na-tive shore,
To sail in those mean pac-kets where they put no food on board.

The twenty-eight September, lads, I'll ne'er forget that day,
The wind blew from the southwest as we got her under way.
We headed out the bay, my boys, thinking that all was right,
But little did we think we had no oil to burn that night.

Five days after leaving port in Sydney we did lay,
Our mate then said unto us, "Boys, we'll scrape her down today."
The we did commence to scrape and slush her down also,
Ans when the stewards did sing out, "Hash," our heads hung pretty low.

For when we got below, my boys, it did look pretty bad;
Our meat was stale, our bread half-baked, and butter none we had.
I guess we looked quite glum as we sat trembling like a leaf,
and every eye was fixed upon this chunk of rotten beef.

We laid there until Friday, then to South Sydney we did go.
We then discharded our ballast and got ready for to load.
We then did load a cargo of coal for Yarmouth bright and fair,
And five days after leaving port we anchored safely there.

We worked at painting all next day until the call for tea;
Then we dressed up and went on shore the pretty girls to see.
We strolled about the busy street uuntil the clock struck ten,
And we jogged on board of our "poor-house"; we felt quite sleepy then.

Next morning bright and early as we in our bunks did lay,
We heard our mate shout from on deck, "Boys, get her under way!"
We then jumped up and went o n deck to hear the next command;
'Twas "Get the hawser ready, boys, the tow boat is at hand."

We bid the Yarmouth girls adieu and towed outside the bay,
And after putting ropes shipshape, our mate to us did say:
"We are now bound down the coast, lads, to the port that's called Cow Bay"
To load another cargo for where I cannot say"

Five days after leaving port, In Cow Bay we did lay,
And there we had a gale of wind which made us work all day.
We carried fenders all day long; our sholders felt quite sore
Until we all agreed that we would carry them no more.

We then discharged our ballast and got ready for to load,
But where our craft was loading for 'twas no one of us knowed
Until we had her under way and slipped out with the tide,
Our Captain told our chief mate, "We are bound to Summerside."

Now sway and shout, my jolly tars, the wind is blowing mild.
We soon will set our topsails and steer for Summerside.
It's then we will parade on shore up to some butcher stall
For butter and meat that's fit to eat and likewise kerosene oil.

Our steward's name was Edmund Brown, as you will understand,
He went on shore in Summerside and worked a dirty plan;
He fell in with a maiden there whose name I do not know,
He told our Captain his wife was sick and home he had to go.

Our Captain thought the words the steward had told to him were true,
He left him go home, as he thought the lad was going to do;
But to our great surprise we heard from all around the town,
The steward and his fair maid had left to be married in Charlottetown.

Well, now my song is ended so I'll just relate to you
the names of these four hungry men who were the Blizzard's crew:
there's harry, Carles and Robert Burns, belonging to this town*
and likewise Harry from LaHave, who helped to write this song.

Well now, my lads from far and near, a word I'll give to you;
If you will lend a list'ning ear I'll tell you what to do
Never ship in Wolf's "poor-house," she'll shtarve you right to death.
So now you'll please excuse me, for I'm nearly out of breath.

Subject: Tune Add: THE SCHOONER BLIZZARD
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 12:25 PM

N-The Schooner Blizzard
C-
A-
T-
S-100
K-C
B-3/4
F-
H-
M-2R-2 R-8 G-8 a-5 a-8 G-8 a-8
L-Come all you jol-ly
B-2/4
H-
M-8c-8 c-8 C-9 E-0 G-0 E-9 D-8 E-8 D-4 R-8 D-8 F-8 D-0 R-0 F-0_G-9 a-8 d-8 a-8 d-8 d-0 d-0 c-4 b-8 a-4 R-8 E-8 F#0 D-9 F%0 a-9
L-sail-or-men that fal-low the salt sea, I pray a warn-ing you'll take; now lis-ten un-to me and do not be in
B-3/4
H-
M-1d-8 d-8 a-5 b-8
L-haste, my boys, to
B-2/4
H-
M-3d-0 d-9 c-8 b-8 a-4 R-8 G-8 a-0 b-9 G-8 a-8
L-leave your na-tive shore, To sail in those mean
B-3/4
H-
M-1D-8 C-8 A-4 R-8 B-8
L-pac-kets where they
B-2/4
H-
M-2C-0 A-9 D-0 D-0_E-8 D-4 R-4
L-put no food on board.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE WINTER OF '73 / MCCULLAM CAMP
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 12:41 PM

THE WINTER OF '73 / MCCULLAM CAMP
(Larry Gorman)
(from the singing of Clev Ryan)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - pp214-215

On the eight-eenth of Sp-tem-ber in eight-een sev-en-ty three,
I left my native Is-land and came to Mir-mi-chi,
I hired the day I land-ed to work in Snow-ball's mill,
That lare two-stor-ied build-ing at the foot of Sawdust Hill.

ON the eighteenth of November, the mill she did shut down,
which caused a general scattering, the men went walking round.
I hear of those that wanted men, that put me in good cheer.
I packed my Kennebecker and for Indiantown did steer.

When I arrived at Indiantown, being much fatigued from tramp,
I fell in with two portash teams bound for McCullam Camp.
John Ingraham, Bill Derringham were both of these men's names,
Belonging to McCullam Camp and drove two portash teams.

I drove with Billy Derringham, a verse for him I'll make,
He drove a gray and a roan that he brought from the Grand Lake,
The horse he weighed twelve hundred, and a noble beast to haul,
the mare she was a beauty too, although she was but small.

When we arrived at McCullam Camp, being hungry, tired and cold,
The face of Billy Bryenton was the first I did behold.
The crew they were as fine a bunch as ever I did see,
That was my first experience [up] on the Mirimichi.

Subject: Tune Add: THE WINTER OF '73 / MCCULLAM CAMP
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 01:49 PM

N-The Winter of '73
C-
A-
T-
S-100
K-C
B-6/8
F-
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L-land-ed to work in Snow-ball's mill, That large two stor-ied build-ing at the
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L-foot of Saw-dust hill. On the eight-eenth of Nov-em-ber, the mill she did shut
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L-down. Which caused a gene-ral scat-tering, the men went walk-ing round.
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L-I heard of those that wanted men, that put me in good cheer, I packed
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L-my Ken-neb-eck-er and for Ind-ian-town did steer.

Subject: Lyr Add: TOMAH STREAM
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 02:14 PM

TOMAH STREAM
(from the singing of Robert MacArthur - attributed by the singer to Larry Gorman)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' - pp216-217)

Come all you Mill-town row-dies that drink and have no fear,
I'll have you not to touch a drop in the fall of the year;
For if you do, you'll sure-lye rue, like-wise my-self I've seen,
Be care-ful, do not hire out to work on To-mah Stream.

For the last fall that ever was, I was drunk and on a spree.
I swore that I would hire, and the very first sight I'd see.
The first it was old Natty Lamb, and up to him I steered.
I hired to work on Tomah and to drive six little steers.

He said the chance for lumbering was the best I ever did see,
The spruce they stand upon a ridge, as thick as thick can be.
The provisions I'll provide for you, and of the very best kind!
The cook will dish 'er up for you and have yer males on time.

But when I got to Squirrel Point, 'twas there I was struck dumb
To see the load of provision that into the camp must come.
there was three little loaves of bread as black as the Ace of Spades
And about a quarter of a pound of teas and an old bull's shoulder blade.

We packed our provisions up and put them on a sled,
We hitched behind an old gray mare that had a broken leg.
We all marched up the turnpike behind this fancy team.
That is the fate of any man who works on Tomah Stream.

At length we got to Tomah; 'twas there we made a stop
We hitched the old mare to a tree and cast about the lot.
The way we had to travel, it was a muddy tramp.
Each man he had to sack a load that night in to the camp.

At length the camp it hove in view; it was a sight to see.
There laid an old dead porcupine, full as large as me.
A piece of an old hemp carpet, 'twas wore as thin as gauze,
This was the beddin' that Natty had for to keep out the frost

We rested hard that night, my boys, we shivered with the cold.
We rose by day in the morning a sight for to behold.
We kindled up a fire and the frost was cutting keen.
I cursed the day I hired out to work on Tomah Stream.

About ten o'clock in the morning Old Natty he appeared.
We all rushed to the door and grieved him with a cheer.
He said, you look quite happy, all in your little abode,
A pox upon the devil, boys! Why didn't you skid the road?

Subject: Tune Add: TOMAH STREAM
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 02:39 PM

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L-Come all you Mill-town row-dies that drink and have no
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L-year; For if you do, You'll sure-lye rue, like-wise my-self I've
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L-seen, Be care-ful, do not hire out to work on To-mah
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L-Stream.

Subject: Lyr Add: BURNS'S LOG CAMP
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 02:47 PM

BURNS'S LOG CAMP
(from the singing of "Duke" Neilson)
(Doerflinger -'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' -p217)

I 'rived in the camp, and all I could see
Was a lous-y old cook and a lous-y cook-ee;
The floors were all dirt-y, all cov-ered with mud;
The bed-quilts were lous-y and so was the grub.

The cook called for supper; they all tore from work.
Some had two knives and other two forks.
While fighting for molasses they upset the lamp,
And thus I was greeted at Burns's log camp.

Subject: Tune Add: BURNS'S LOG CAMP
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 03:13 PM

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L-dirt-y, all cov-ered with mud; The bed-quilts were lous-y and
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L-so was the grub.

Subject: Lyr Add: McKINLEY BROOK
From: MMario
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 03:49 PM

McKINLEY BROOK
(George Calhoun)
(From the singing of David A. Smith)

The rain does down in torrents pour
and fast it spash-es on the floor
for our old camp leaks rath-er free
for com-fort, as you plain-ly see.

Perhaps the Lord he does intend
a little deluge for to send
To drown this whole McKinley crew,
For they deserve it well, it's true.

Their nights are oft in gambling passed
And some will win tobacco fast,
And then like Satan they will cheat;
and swear at cards, they can't be beat.

Now, one a vulgar song will sing
and make the lonely forest ring.
To dance and gamble, sing and swear,
Few crews can with those men compare.

Out in the dark they dare not stay,
for fear Old Nick takes them away.
They mimic everyone they hear;
The best at this is Alec Grier.

But half of them are going away,
Ande if they git in Kenney's way,
I hope he'll make them sore repent
the way they have this winter spent.

But if he makes a change in them
and turns them all to pious men,
Then I will say there's hope for all
And Satan's kingdom soon shall fall!

Subject: RE: Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman
From: radriano
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 04:27 PM

Thanks, MMario!

Subject: Tune Add: McKINLEY BROOK
From: MMario
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 01:18 PM

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L-rath-er free for com-fort, as you plain-ly see.

Subject: Lyr Add: JACK TAR
From: MMario
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 01:39 PM

JACK TAR
(from the singing of Guy Morehouse)
(Doerflinger - 'Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman' pp 294-295)

Come all my fair ones,
Come all my dear ones,
Come and lis-ten un-to me.
Could you fan-cy a jol-ly sail-or lad
That has just come from sea?
Could you fan-cy a jol-ly sail-or lad
That has just come from sea?*

No, I dislike them
No I despise them
For they smell so much of tar!
So begone, you sassy sailor lad,
so begone, you Jack Tar.

I have ship on the ocean, love,
I have money in my pocket, love,
I have gold in great store
I would give to a poor country girl
If she would wed Jack Tar.

Soon as she heard him say
Down on her bending knees fell she,
Saying, Forgive me my jolly sailor lad,
for I love none but thee.

Do you think I'm foolish, love
Do you think I'm crazy, love?
Do you think I'm going mad,
For to wed with a poor country girl
That's no fortune to be had?

verses 1&2 have a different opening to the tune then verses 3,4,5.



*last couplet repeats in each verse

Subject: Tune Add: JACK TAR
From: MMario
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 02:00 PM

Not sure how verse 4 fits this. I think some lyrics are missing.

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L-dear one, Come and lis-ten un-to me. Could you fan-cy a jol-ly sail-or lad That has
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