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20 May 04 - 08:50 PM (#1190306) Subject: Lyr Req: Schooner Fare: John Cook (?) From: Rapparee There's a song by Schooner Fare with the first verse and chorus We sailed her out of Gloucester the hunt the mighty whale A crew of twenty seasoned whaling men With Slocum at the wheel and me and Drury haulin' sail And the Captain shouting orders at the wind. The Captain's wife had begged to go and Cook could not deny her For Annie Cook was sweet and young and fair She's been this last year down below a-huddled near the fire A whaler's lot was more than she could bear. CHORUS Oh-oh John Cook you have taken us to hell Locked up in the ice off Baffin Island We've been her for a year now the water's runnin' clear Won't you head for home, John Cook, without the oil? Anyone have the rest of the song? |
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20 May 04 - 09:27 PM (#1190338) Subject: Lyr Add: JOHN COOK (Tom Rowe of Schooner Fare) From: Amos JOHN COOK CHORUS: Oh, John Cook, ye have taken us to hell, Locked up in the ice off Baffin Island; We've been here for a year, now the water's comin' clear, Won't you set for home, John Cook, without the oil? We sailed her out from Gloucester, to hunt the mighty whale, A crew of twenty seasoned whalin' men; With Slocum at the helm and me and Drury haulin' sail, And the Captain shouting orders at the wind. The Captain's wife had begged to go and Cook could not deny her, For Annie Cook was sweet and young and fair; She's been this last year down below, a-huddled near the fire, The whaler's lot was more than she could bear. CHORUS With one year gone and one to go we'd less than half the oil, Four hundred barrels filled and in the hold; The Captain turned her north'ard where he knew we'd find the whale, But instead of whales we found the bitter cold. The Atlantic Queen did shudder as she braved the ocean gales, But her master would not heed the mate's advice; Oh, Captain, turn her south'ard and damn the hellish whale, For if you don't we'll soon be trapped in ice. CHORUS Soon the ice stretched all around the proud Atlantic Queen, And nine months gone the food began to spoil; The Captain paced the foredeck, tortured, torn between, His love for Ann and lusting for the oil. For Annie Cook had begged her John to take her home to Gloucester, Or sure it was she'd lose her sanity; And the crew of the Atlantic Queen had charged her lord and master, To point her south or face a mutiny. CHORUS The Captain made his choice, he'd not return without the oil, His pride was more important than his wife; And when there came the mutiny he shot the Steward Boyle, To take the Queen they'd have to take his life. Two more weeks, the ice cleared north, we set out the whales to find, We took three beasts before the second day; Michael Boyle had lost his life and Annie Cook had lost her mind, And the Captain's coal black hair had gone to gray. CHORUS ####.... Tom Rowe of Schooner Fare (Closer To The Wind, 1981; Classic Schooner Fare, 1989) ....#### |
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20 May 04 - 11:18 PM (#1190409) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: John Cook (?) From: Rapparee Thankee kindly, Amos. |
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21 May 04 - 07:30 PM (#1191142) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: John Cook (?) From: GEST Amos ~ Okay to copy, but a credit to your source would be nice. It's the law, eh? :-) |
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21 May 04 - 07:38 PM (#1191145) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: John Cook (?) From: Rapparee He did, GEST. See the last line. Or do you mean the URL? |
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21 May 04 - 08:49 PM (#1191200) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: John Cook (?) From: GEST The last line, giving credit to the songs author, Tom Rowe of Schooner Fare, is mine, Rapaire. Amos copied it along with the lyrics from my web site. Subtle difference. |
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22 May 04 - 07:58 PM (#1191754) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: John Cook (?) From: Rapparee GEST, had I been at home when I made the original post, it wouldn't have been necessary. I could have checked my SF albums or found the lyrics at the Schooner Fare website. But thank you for making them available. Maintaining a website isn't easy, as I know all too well. |