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Lyr Req: The Bermuda Line (Bolger/Harrison)

05 Jan 01 - 07:19 PM (#369356)
Subject: Bermuda Line
From: John of the Hill

A song about a man's regret that the job that allows him to provide for his family keeps him away from them. The chorus is something to the effect:

The Bermuda Line has been running/ Since long before I was a boy/
It's given me most of my troubles/ And maybe a bit of my joy.

Any help appreciated, John


06 Jan 01 - 03:04 AM (#369563)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Bermuda Line
From: Sorcha

Well, it was recorded by the group Colcannon. I don't know if it is Trad or written by one of the group. I see Mick very occasionally, and could get a hold of Rod if necessary. In any case, here is their booking site with e mail......maybe one of them could answer your question.

Colcannon Bookings (click on the blue thing)


06 Jan 01 - 07:58 PM (#370044)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Bermuda Line
From: John of the Hill

Sorcha, Thanks, I was beginning to wonder if it was a song I had heard or if the old brain was playing tricks again. Before your reply I didn't have a clue about the performers. A bit different mood than "Sister Josephine". I need to buy some Colcannon CDs, they seem to have a knack for song selection. John


06 Jan 01 - 11:44 PM (#370181)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Bermuda Line
From: Sorcha

You're welcome. My trouble with Colcannon is that they seem boooooorrrrrringg to me. Every song sounds just like every other song. It is unfortunate, since they are sort of the Home Town Band around here.....they are from Denver Metro area/Laramie (Wyoming), and based out of Boulder (?). I live in Torrington, WY only 130 miles from Laramie, so it is sort of sacrilige not to like them....


22 Jul 02 - 06:33 PM (#752681)
Subject: Lyr Add: THE BERMUDA LINE
From: Jim Dixon

Lyrics copied from http://og-music.com/Lyrics-HTML/bermud~1.htm – where the song is alleged to come from the group Ossian. (There are chords at that site, but the formatting was so weird, I decided to disregard it, omit the chords, and arrange the words in a way that made more sense. I wouldn't put much faith in the spelling; the same site also had "Cockles and Muscles.")

THE BERMUDA LINE

I was brought up in Merguss, the oldest of eight,
Left school at fourteen, was a bricklayer's mate.
When the war came, I fought like the rest of me class.
When it finished, I came home and stopped going to mass.
I married a girl who lived two streets away.
Then there were wee 'uns and more bills to pay.
But in Murgess I dare there was just one choice for me:
Heading back to the army or going off to sea.

CHO: And the Bermuda Line keeps on running, since long before I was a boy,
And it's brought me a parcel of troubles and maybe a few of my joys.

My Mary, my missus, my lass from Kildare
Took it well, sent me off with a kiss and a prayer,
Then she stood on the dock and her heart was all mine,
And I worked my first trip on the Bermuda Line.
And we sailed to the Indies and up to New York,
Twelve-hour shifts of backbreaking work.
My bunk it was lonesome, but at least it was mine.
It was my only home on the Bermuda Line. CHO.

Well, I never was much with the words or the pen,
And I've always been quieter than most other men,
And as trip followed trip, and with less new to say,
The letters got shorter and not every day.
But my heart always lived where she raised up our kids ,
With their bikes and their games and their sticks and Benwicks (?),
And I dreamed of the garden and strolls in the park,
And the warmth of the kitchen with all outside dark. CHO.

And it's three months at sea and two weeks at shore,
But the weeks they seem less and the months they seem more,
And I wondered at times if she wanted to say
"We'll make do somehow, love. This time you just stay."
But she never complains. I don't know if she cries,
And I've looked for the pain or the plea in her eyes,
And I wish that I knew if her heart was still mine
Or if all I have left is the Bermuda Line. CHO.

[I can't explain Merguss/Mergess, or Benwicks. –JD]


07 May 10 - 09:18 PM (#2902463)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Bermuda Line
From: GUEST,Ray Riehle

Thanks for the song and the post. I've wondered about the song for some months and this answer is enough.


11 May 10 - 04:38 PM (#2904707)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Bermuda Line
From: Jim Dixon

Colcannon recorded THE BERMUDA LINE on their album "Some Foreign Land," 1991. It is credited to Mick Bolger and Jean Harrison, who have written several other songs that Colcannon has recorded.


10 Jul 10 - 12:28 AM (#2942785)
Subject: Lyr Add: THE BERMUDA LINE (Bolger/Harrison)
From: GUEST,Mick Bolger

Some amendments below.

The phrase 'drug up' refers to a rough-and-ready upbringing i.e. dragged up as opposed to brought up.

The first town is Wallasey—a town near Liverpool. Later, mention is made of Merseyside—misheard as 'Murgess'. Wallasey is one of a number of towns in the area by the river Mersey known as Merseyside.

'Benwicks' is 'sticks and bin-lids'—a common pastime among children (in my youth) of using the tops of trash cans as hoops and rolling them down the street using a stick.

The reference to "my bunk was so lonesome but at least it was mine" is to a sometime practice of bunk-sharing by workers on different shifts—so a bunk might be yours only when you were off-duty ...

Hope this helps,
Mick


THE BERMUDA LINE

I was drug up in Wallasey, the oldest of eight,
I left school at fourteen, was a bricklayer's mate.
When the war came, I fought like the rest of my class.
When it finished, I came home and stopped going to Mass.
I married a girl who lived two streets away.
Then there were wee 'uns and more bills to pay.
But in Merseyside there was just one choice for me:
Heading back to the army or going off to sea.

CHO: And the Bermuda Line has been running, since long before I was a boy,
And it's brought me a parcel of troubles and maybe a few of my joys.

My Mary, my missus, my lass from Kildare
Took it well, sent me off with a kiss and a prayer
,And she stood on the dock and her heart was all mine,
As I worked my first trip on the Bermuda Line.
And we sailed to the Indies and up to New York,
Twelve-hour shifts of backbreaking work.
And my bunk was so lonesome, but at least it was mine.
It was my only home on the Bermuda Line.

CHO.

Well, I never was much with the words or the pen,
And I've always been quieter than most other men,
And as trip followed trip, and with less new to say,
The letters got shorter and not every day.
But my heart always lived where she raised up our kids,
With their bikes and their games and their sticks and bin-lids,
And I dreamed of the garden and strolls in the park,
And the warmth of the kitchen with all outside dark.

CHO.

And it's three months at sea and two weeks on shore,
But the weeks they seemed less and the months they seemed more,
And I wondered at times if she wanted to say
"We'll make do somehow, love, this time you just stay."
But she never complains. I don't know if she cries,
And I've looked for the pain or the plea in her eyes
And I wish that I knew if her heart was still mine
Or if all I have left is the Bermuda Line.

CHO.


10 Jul 10 - 10:47 AM (#2942950)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bermuda Line
From: Charley Noble

Neat!

And even decoded!

Charley Noble


26 Jan 13 - 12:37 PM (#3471709)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bermuda Line (Bolger/Harrison)
From: GUEST,Susan Pahlmeyer-Johnston

This has been a fine Saturday for me...In frigid Wisconsin, USA, doing housework to Irish radio on Pandora, hearing Bermuda Line for the first time. Now I am online learning all about the ship and it's travels for passengers and workers alike. Fascinating...it must have been terribly hard to be apart from family like that for work. Can not imagine the opulence as a passenger.