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31 Aug 10 - 09:03 AM (#2976613) Subject: Chesapeake Bay traditional music From: AllisonA(Animaterra) I know some of you will be a wealth of information! Next January my dear husband and I will be visiting my sister who teaches at a private school. She has asked us to come sing for the lower school, and the school director specifically wants us to give a program on Chesapeake Bay area/Maryland historical songs. We are well versed in the music of old New England, so this will broaden our horizons quite a bit! I have some of my own sources, but thought I'd see what riches you wise Mudcatters might be able to provide. |
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31 Aug 10 - 09:07 AM (#2976619) Subject: RE: Chesapeake Bay traditional music From: greg stephens Hear the great Lonnie on the other thread |
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31 Aug 10 - 09:11 AM (#2976623) Subject: RE: Chesapeake Bay traditional music From: AllisonA(Animaterra) Which other thread? |
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31 Aug 10 - 09:33 AM (#2976633) Subject: RE: Chesapeake Bay traditional music From: greg stephens It's about Chesapeake Bay and you refreshed it just now, I think |
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31 Aug 10 - 09:53 AM (#2976645) Subject: RE: Chesapeake Bay traditional music From: AllisonA(Animaterra) Ah- got it! Thanks! What about some older, more "trad" stuff? |
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31 Aug 10 - 09:59 AM (#2976650) Subject: RE: Chesapeake Bay traditional music From: Dan Schatz Bob Zentz has made a specialty of Chesapeake Bay and Tidewater Virginia music. Also The Boarding Party recordings, available from Folk Kegacy Records, have a wealth of songs and attendant lore. Warmly, Dan |
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31 Aug 10 - 10:35 AM (#2976674) Subject: Lyr Add: FLYING CLOUD From: greg stephens I always reckon the Flying Cloud is the ultimate folk song(English language, anyway). And of course it is about the Pride of Baltimore, and sailed out of the Chesapeake Bay. What more could you want, the memorable savagery of the lyrics, the piracy, the slaving voyages, execution. It has the lot. My name is Arthur Hollandin, As you may understand I was born ten miles from Dublin Town, Down by the salt-sea strand, When I was young and comely, Sure, good fortune on me shone, My parents loved me tenderly For I was their only son. 2. My father he rose up one day And with him I did go, He bound me as apprentice To Pearson of Wicklow, I wore the bloody apron there For three long years and more, Till I shipped on board of The Ocean Queen Belonging to Tramore. 3. It was on Bermuda's sunny isle That I met with Captain Moore, The skipper of The Flying Cloud, The pride of Baltimore, I undertook to ship with him On a slaving voyage to go, To the burning shores of Africa, Where the sugar cane does grow. 4. It all went well until the day We reached old Africa's shore, And five hundred of them weeping slaves From their native land we bore, We bound them round with iron chains And made them walk below, And eighteen inches of space Was all that each man had to show. 5. The plague it came and fever too It killed them off like flies, We piled their bodies on the deck And hove them o'er the side, For sure, the dead were lucky then They'd have to weep no more, Nor drag the chain and feel the lash In Cuba for evermore. 6. But now our money was all spent, We must go to sea once more, And all but five remained to hear The words of Captain Moore, "There's gold and silver to be had If with me you'll remain, Let's hoist the pirate flag aloft And sweep the Spanish Main." 7. The Flying Cloud was a Yankee ship, Five hundred tons or more, She could outsail any clipper ship From out of Baltimore, With her canvas white as driven snow And on it there's no specks, And forty men and fourteen guns She carried below her decks. 8. We plundered many a gallant ship Down on the Spanish Main, Killed many a man and left his wife And children to remain, To none we showed no kindness But gave them watery graves, For the saying of our captain was: "Dead men tell no tales." 9. We ran and fought with many a ship, Both frigates and liners too, Till, at last, a British man-o-war, The Dunmow, hove in view, She fired a shot across our bows As we ran before the wind, And a chainshot cut our mainmast down And we fell far behind. 10. We beat our crew to quarters As they drew up alongside, And soon across our quarter-deck There ran a crimson tide, We fought until they killed our captain And twenty of our men, Then a bombshell set our ship on fire, We had to surrender then. 11. It's now to Newgate I am come, Bound down with iron chains , For the sinking and the plundering Of ships on the Spanish Main, The judge he has condemned us And we are condemned to die. Young men a warning by me take And shun all piracy. There are a million versions, that's mine. |
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31 Aug 10 - 03:15 PM (#2976865) Subject: RE: Chesapeake Bay traditional music From: shipcmo There is a CD "A Chesapeake Sailor's Companion" with John Townley & the Press Gang, and a tape "See You When The Sun Goes Down" by the Reedville menhaden fishermen. Cheers, Geo |
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31 Aug 10 - 03:22 PM (#2976875) Subject: RE: Chesapeake Bay traditional music From: shipcmo Almost forgot Tom Wisner: "Chesapeake Born" Cheers, G |
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31 Aug 10 - 03:50 PM (#2976902) Subject: RE: Chesapeake Bay traditional music From: shipcmo Let's see if this link works. http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=67896 "The Shanghied Dredger" Geo
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31 Aug 10 - 04:17 PM (#2976924) Subject: RE: Chesapeake Bay traditional music From: shipcmo Also: Songs and Stories of the Chesapeake Bay on Tom Wisner's "Follow on the Water" Particularly about the Maryland "oerst'r" Skipjacks. Best, Geo |
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01 Sep 10 - 08:51 AM (#2977422) Subject: RE: Chesapeake Bay traditional music From: AllisonA(Animaterra) Great suggestions, everyone- thanks! Guess I'm off to buy some cds! |
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01 Sep 10 - 01:20 PM (#2977649) Subject: RE: Chesapeake Bay traditional music From: Roger in Baltimore Animaterra, If you can't find the CD "See You When the Sun Goes Down" by the Northern Neck Chantey Singers, I can get it locally and mail it to you. The Menhaden fishery had a different style of work than most chanteyment and therefore different music. The primary singing occasion was "raising the net". That would be a "purse net" that surrounded the school of fish and was then closed at the bottom. The men stood in small boats around the bowl shaped circular net and pulled in unison to raise the net, confining the menhaden a step at a time until the fish could be scooped out of the net. Men would get a good grip on the net and pull up together, then hold the net up while getting a new grip further down and then hauling again. Less rhythmic then more familiar chanteys. Reedville, Virginia, the home of the modern menhaden fishery is the second largest fishing town in the world based on the weight of fish taken from the waters. The fishermans physical work has been largely replaced by machinery. Roger in Baltimore (well, living in Virginia, now) |