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08 Dec 07 - 05:49 PM (#2211548) Subject: Lyr Add: Sea Traders (Burt franklin Jenness) From: Charley Noble This tramp freighting poem by World War 1 medical officer Burt Franklin Jenness seems to fit well with one of my favorite traditional contradance tunes "Home with the Girls in the Morning" which is in turn similar to the tune for "Herzogin Cecile" (copy and paste into WORD/TIMES/12 to line up chords): Poem by Burt Franklin Jenness From OCEAN HAUNTS, edited by Burt Franklin Jenness, Empire Publishing Co., New York, US, © 1934, p. 45. Adapted for singing by Charlie Ipcar, 12/8/07 Tune: after Home with the Girls in the Morning Key: Dm (7/Gm) Sea Traders Dm---------------C--------Dm---------------C Rollin' down to Rio on a buckin' wooden tramp; Dm-----------C--------------Dm-C-F-------C-----Dm Takin' water for'r'd till her rot-ten planks were damp; Dm------------C------------------Dm---------------C Pitchin' like a bronco from the time we left the Keys; Dm----------C--------------Dm--C--F-----C-Dm Listin' like a kettle as she took the quart-er seas. Chorus: Dm--C---F-------C--------Dm Now we're rollin' down to Rio, -----C----F-----C------Dm Bue-nos Aires or the Straits – F-----------C-------Dm----F-----C--F-C--F--C--Dm That's the way we traded from Fu-eg-o to the States! Loaded to the gunnels, plowing four knots an hour; Steadied with her stays'l, but swaying like a flower; Half a crew o' Cubans, an' a pair o' Swedish mates; That's the way we traded from Fuego to the States. (CHO) Callin' at Jamaica for a scuttle-butt o' rum; Lazin' at fiestas till we'd spent our shippin' sum; Stricken with the fever, from the islands where it grew; Fightin' for our rations with this lazy, drunken crew. (CHO) Reelin' round the Indies, makin' port or makin' sail; Beatin' up to windward in a ragin' tropic gale; Rollin' down to Rio, Buenos Aires or the Straits – That's the way we traded from Fuego to the States. (CHO) Here's the original poem: Poem by Burt Franklin Jenness From OCEAN HAUNTS, edited by Burt Franklin Jenness, Empire Publishing Co., New York, US, © 1934, p. 45. Sea Traders Droppin' down to Rio on a buckin' wooden tramp; Takin' water for'r'd till her rotten planks were damp; Pitchin' like a bronco from the time we left the Keys; Listin' like a kettle when she took the quarter seas; Loaded to the gunnels, making four knots an hour; Steadied with her stays'l, but swaying like a flower; Half a crew o' Cubans, an' a pair o' Swedish mates; That's the way we traded from Fuego to the States. Callin' at Jamaica for a scuttle-butt o' rum; Lazin' at fiestas till we spent our shippin' sum; Stricken with the fever, from the islands where it grew; Fightin' for our rations in a lazy, drunken crew; Reelin' round the Indies, makin' port or makin' sail; Beatin' up to windward in a Carribean gale; Dippin' down to Rio, Buenos Aires or the Straits – That's the way we traded from Fuego to the States. "Fuego" which is Spanish for "Fire" is probably a reference to Tierra del Fiego in southern Argintina. Cheerily, Charley Noble |
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09 Dec 07 - 12:17 PM (#2211950) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Sea Traders (Burt Franklin Jenness) From: Charley Noble No one should be surprised, by now, that what I have posted above has changed somewhat overnight. Here's what it looks like now (copy and paste into WORD/TIMES/12 to line up chords): Poem by Burt Franklin Jenness From OCEAN HAUNTS, edited by Burt Franklin Jenness, Empire Publishing Co., New York, US, © 1934, p. 45. Adapted for singing by Charlie Ipcar, 12/8/07 Tune: after "Home with the Girls in the Morning" and "Herzogin Cecile" Key: Dm Sea Traders Dm---------------C--------Dm---------------C Rollin' down to Rio on a buckin' wooden tramp; Dm-----------C------------------G---Dm----F----Dm Takin' water for'r'd till her rot-ten planks were damp; Dm------------C------------------Dm---------------C Pitchin' like a bronco from the time we left the Keys; Dm----------C--------------------G--Dm---F-Dm Listin' like a kettle as she took the quart-er seas. Chorus: Dm--C---F-------C--------Dm Now we're rollin' down to Rio, -----C----F-----C------Dm Bue-nos Aires or the Straits – F-----------C-------Dm----C--------Dm-----C--Dm That's the way we traded from Fu-eg-o to the States! Loaded to the gunnels, plowing four knots an hour; Steadied with her stays'l, but swaying like a flower; Half a crew o' Cubans, an' a pair o' Swedish mates; That's the way we traded from Fuego to the States. (CHO) Callin' at Jamaica for a scuttle-butt o' rum; Carousin' at fiestas till we'd spent our shippin' sum; Stricken with the fever, from the islands where it grew; Fightin' for the rations with this lazy, drunken crew. (CHO) Reelin' round the Indies, makin' port or makin' sail; Beatin' up to windward in a ragin' tropic gale; Rollin' down to Rio, Buenos Aires or the Straits – That's the way we traded from Fuego to the States. (CHO) Cheerily, Charley Noble |
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13 Dec 07 - 10:54 AM (#2214543) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Sea Traders (Burt Franklin Jenness) From: Charley Noble Still changing but the song's a whole lot of fun (copy and paste into WORD/TIMES/12 to line up chords): Sea Traders Dm---------------C----------Dm------------C Rollin' down to Rio on this rotten sailin' tramp; Dm-----------C---------------G--Dm----F--Dm Takin' water for'r'd an' now our bunks are damp; Dm------------C-------Dm----------------C Buckin' like a bronco since we left the Keys; Dm----------C---------------------G--Dm---F-Dm Listin' like a kettle as she ships the quart-er seas. Chorus: Dm--------F-------C--------Dm Now we're rollin' down to Rio, -----------F-----C-----Dm Bue-nos Aires or the Straits – F-----------C-------Dm----C--------Dm-----C--Dm That's the way we traded from Fu-eg-o to the States! We may record a sample this weekend and post a MP3 link. Cheerily, Charley Noble |
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16 Dec 07 - 12:28 PM (#2216532) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Sea Traders (Burt Franklin Jenness) From: Charley Noble Tried this song out yesterday at the Press Room shanty-forebitter session and it seemed to go down well. Odd, not everyone sang on the chorus the first time around! Cheerily, Charley Noble |
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01 Jan 08 - 08:33 PM (#2226470) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Sea Traders (Burt Franklin Jenness) From: Charley Noble I finally recorded this one and posted it to my website: Click here for website! There are some additional changes from what I've posted above (copy and paste into WORD/TIMES/12 to line up chords): Poem by Burt Franklin Jenness From OCEAN HAUNTS, edited by Burt Franklin Jenness, Empire Publishing Co., New York, US, © 1934, p. 45. Adapted for singing by Charlie Ipcar, 12/8/07 Tune: after Home with the Girls in the Morning Key: Dm (7/Gm) Sea Traders Chorus: Dm---------F------C--------Dm Now we're rollin' down to Rio, -----------------C-----Dm Bue-nos Aires or the Straits – F-----------C-------Dm----C--------Dm-----C--Dm That's the way we traded from Fu-eg-o to the States! ---------------------C--------Dm Now we're rollin' down to Rio, ------------------C-----Dm Bue-nos Aires or the Straits – -------------C-------F-------C--------Dm-----C--Dm That's the way we traded from Fu-eg-o to the States! Dm---------------C----------Dm------------C Rollin' down to Rio on this rotten sailin' tramp; Dm-----------C---------------G--Dm----F--Dm Takin' water for'r'd an' now our bunks are damp; Dm------------C-------Dm----------------C Buckin' like a bronco since we left the Keys; Dm----------C---------------------G--Dm---F-Dm Listin' like a kettle as she ships the quart-er seas. (CHO) Loaded to the gunnels, plowin' four knots an hour, Steadied with her stays'l but swayin' like a flower; Half a crew o' Cubans, with a pair o' Swedish mates, That's the way we traded from Fuego to the States. (CHO) Callin' at Jamaica for a scuttle-butt o' rum; Carousin' at fiestas till we've spent our shippin' sum; Stricken with the fever from the islands where it grew; Fightin' for the rations with this lazy, drunken crew. (CHO) Reelin' round the Indies, makin' port or makin' sail; Beatin' up to windward in a ragin' tropic gale; Losin' our deck cargo, shiftin' coal or shiftin' crates – That's the way we traded from Fuego to the States. (CHO) Cheerily, Charley Noble |