Great song though...
I will try and get chords posted to it soon...
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| Posted by: barddas 23-Jun-2003, 07:38 AM |
| HAUL AWAY JOE TRADITIONAL When I was a little lad And so my mother told me, Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! That if I did not kiss the gals Me lips would all grow moldy. Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! Way, haul away, the good ship is a-bolding, Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! Way, haul away, the sheet is now a-flowing, Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! King Louis was the king of France Before the revolution... But then he got his head cut off Which spoiled his constitution... Oh, once I had a German gal And she was fat and lazy... And now I have a Brooklyn gal, She damn near drives me crazy... Way, haul away, I'll sing to you of Nancy... Way, haul away, she's just my cut and fancy... Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather... Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe [SIZE=1][COLOR=purple]PLEASE NOTE: Because of the volunteer nature of The Minstrels gallery and Highlander Radio Forums, it is difficult to ensure proper attribution and copyright information for every song included. Please assume that any song which lists a composer is copyrighted ©. You MUST aquire proper license before using these songs for ANY commercial purpose. If you have any additional information or corrections to the credit or copyright information included, please e-mail those additions or corrections to us (along with the song title as indexed) so that we can update the database as soon as possible. Thank You. |
| Posted by: pawnman 28-Jun-2003, 07:49 PM |
| What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor, earlie in the morning? ...... |
| Posted by: Gaelic Bread 29-Jun-2003, 09:40 PM |
| EASILY, one of my favorites: Irish Rover, The Traditional On the Fourth of July 1806 we set sail from the sweet cove of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks for the grand City Hall in New York 'twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged for and aft and oh, how the wild wind drove her She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts and they called her the Irish Rover We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags, we had two million barrels of stone We had three million sides of old blind horses hides, we had four million barrels of bones We had five million hogs, and six million dogs, seven million barrels of porter We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails in the hold of the Irish Rover There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute when the ladies lined up for a set He was tootlin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille, though the dancers were fluther'd and bet With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk and he rolled the dames under and over They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance that he sailed in the Irish Rover There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee, there was Hogan from County Tyrone There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work and a man from Westmeath called Malone There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule and Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover And your man, Mike McCann from the banks of the Bann was the skipper on the Irish Rover We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out and the ship lost it's way in the fog And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two, just meself and the Captain's old dog Then the ship struck a rock, Oh Lord! what a shock, the bulkhead was turned right over Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned and the last of the Irish Rover |
| Posted by: Gaelic Bread 29-Jun-2003, 09:41 PM |
| Mermaid, The Traditional It was Friday morn when we set sail and we were not far from the land When our captain he spied a mermaid so fair, with a comb and a glass in her hand And the ocean waves do roll, and the stormy winds do blow And we poor sailors are skipping at the top While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below While the landlubbers lie down below Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship, and a fine old man was he "This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom, we shall sink to the bottom of the sea" And the ocean waves do roll, and the stormy winds do blow And we poor sailors are skipping at the top While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below While the landlubbers lie down below Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship, and a fine spoken man was he Sayin', "I have a wife in Brooklyn by the sea, and tonight a widow she will be" And the ocean waves do roll, and the stormy winds do blow And we poor sailors are skipping at the top While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below While the landlubbers lie down below Then up spoke the cabin-boy of our gallant ship, and a brave young lad was he "Oh, I have a sweetheart in Salem by the sea, and tonight she'll be weeping over me" And the ocean waves do roll, and the stormy winds do blow And we poor sailors are skipping at the top While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below While the landlubbers lie down below Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship, and a crazy old butcher was he "I care much more for my pots and pans than I do for the bottom of the sea" And the ocean waves do roll, and the stormy winds do blow And we poor sailors are skipping at the top While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below While the landlubbers lie down below Then three times 'round spun our gallant ship, and three times 'round spun she Three times 'round spun our gallant ship and she sank to the bottom of the sea And the ocean waves do roll, and the stormy winds do blow And we poor sailors are skipping at the top While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below While the landlubbers lie down below |
| Posted by: brettzky42 05-Jul-2003, 02:42 PM |
| Wicked Tinkers do a great rendition of this on their HAMMERED! CD. Nova Scotia Farewell The sun was setting in the west The birds were singing on ev'ry tree All nature seemed inclined to rest But still there was no rest for me Chorus: Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast Let your mountains dark and dreary be And when I am far away on the briny oceans tossed Will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me? I grieve to leave my native land I grieve to leave my comrades all And my aged parents whom I always held so dear And the bonnie, bonnie lass that I do adore The drums they do beat and the wars do alarm The captain calls, we must obey So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charms For it's early in the morning I am far, far away I have three brothers and they are at rest Their arms are folded on their breast But a poor simple sailor just like me Must be tossed and driven on the dark blue sea |
| Posted by: brettzky42 05-Jul-2003, 02:49 PM |
| Another favorite... Bonnie Ship the Diamond Words and Music by: Traditional THE DIAMOND IS A SHIP ME LADS THE DAVIS STRAIT SHE'S BOUND AND THE QUAY IT'S ALL A'GARNISHED WITH LASSIES ALL AROUND CAPTAIN THOMPSON GIVES THE ORDER SAIL THE OCEAN WIDE WHERE THE SUN IT NEVER SETS ME LADS NO DARKNESS DIMS THE SKY chorus: SO IT'S CHEER UP ME LADS LET YOUR HEARTS NEVER FAIL WHILE THE BONNIE SHIP THE DIAMOND GOES A'FISHIN FOR THE WHALE ALONG THE QUAY AT PETERSBURG THE LASSIES STAND AROON WITH SHAWLS ALL PULLED AROUND THEM AND SALT TEARS RUNNIN' DOON DON'T YOU FEAR ME BONNIE LASS THOUGH YOU BE LEFT BEHIND FOR THE ROSE WILL BLOOM ON GREENLANDS ICE BEFORE WE CHANGE OUR MINDS chorus: HERE'S A HEALTH TO THE RESOLUTION AND TO THE LIZZA SWAIN HERE'S A HEALTH TO THE BATTLER OF MONTROSE THE DIAMOND SHIP OF FAME WE WEAR THE TROUSERS O' THE WHITE AND JACKETS O' THE BLUE WHEN WE RETURN TO PETERSBURG WE'LL HA'E SWEETHEARTS ANEW chorus: IT'LL BE BRIGHT BOTH DAY AND NIGHT WHEN THE GREENLAND LADS COME HAME WI' A SHIP THAT'S FULL OF OIL AND MONEY TO OUR NAMES WE'LL MAKE THE CRADLES FOR TO ROCK AND BLANKETS FOR TO TEAR AND EVERY LASS IN PETERSBURG SING HUSH-A-BYE MY DEAR chorus: |
| Posted by: barddas 14-Jul-2003, 12:07 PM |
| Great song!!! We do that one, it on the cd. Which you can here on Highlander... that is sooooo cool.... Great song though... I will try and get chords posted to it soon... |
| Posted by: barddas 14-Jul-2003, 02:53 PM |
| Trim Rigged Doxy I am a sailor both brisk and bold And a long time have I sailed the ocean And if you want to know my name My name it is Jack Johnson Shipmates I'll bid you adieu No more to sea will I go along with you But to ramble this country through and through And I'll be a ramblin' sailor When I was a walking out one day Down by the London River A pretty little fair maid I chanced to spy Now we walked along together Her lips were like two roses red A fine feather bonnet was covering her head So I took the harboard on her, she said she was a maid That saucy little trim-rigged doxy I shan't and I can't go along with you You saucy ramblin' sailor My parents now they would not agree And I'm promised to a tailor But I was all too eager to sample all her charms A dearest guinea to roll in your arms Well the deal was done, up stairs we went That's me and the trim-rigged doxy Well it's all on the bone and let your stays'ls fall We was yard after yard a boppin' Me shot-locker empty, it's asleep I fall Was then that she took to robbin' She emptied all me pockets of all that I had She even took the boots from the end of the bed She even took the gold watch from underneath me head `That saucy little trim-rigged doxy Next mornin' bright I awoke And I started to roar like thunder For all of me money now, me gold watch too She'd bore them away for plunder 'Twas not for me money, nor me gold watch too For these had value, but to tell you true To think a little fireball could burn me boxty through That saucy little trim-rigged doxy To think a little fireball could burn me boxty through That saucy little trim-rigged doxy [SIZE=1]PLEASE NOTE: Because of the volunteer nature of The Minstrels gallery and Highlander Radio Forums, it is difficult to ensure proper attribution and copyright information for every song included. Please assume that any song which lists a composer is copyrighted ©. You MUST aquire proper license before using these songs for ANY commercial purpose. If you have any additional information or corrections to the credit or copyright information included, please e-mail those additions or corrections to us (along with the song title as indexed) so that we can update the database as soon as possible. Thank You. [SIZE=1] |
| Posted by: brettzky42 15-Jul-2003, 10:49 PM |
| The Celtic music is great enough...even better when the sea is involved! |
| Posted by: barddas 11-Aug-2003, 12:34 PM |
| Here's new one I found... The Liverpool Girls Traditional - Lyrics from Capstan Bars, by David Bone When I was a youngster I sailed with th' rest On a Liverpool packet bound out to th' west. We anchored a day in the harbour o' Cork, Then put out to sea for th' port o' New York. An' it's Ho! Ro! Ho, bullies, ho! Th' Liverpool Gir-ils have got us in tow. For thirty-two days we wos hungry an' sore. Th' wind wos agin us an' gales they did roar; But at Battery Point we did anchor at last, Wit' th' jib-boom hove in an' th' canvas all fast. Th' boardin' house masters was off in a trice, An' shoutin' an' promisin' all that was nice; An' one fat old crimp he got cotton to me, An' said I wos foolish t' follow th' sea. Ses he, "There's a job as is waitin' for you, Wid lashins o' likker an' nothin' t' do. Now, what d'ye say, lad, will you jump her too?" Ses I, "Ye old beggar, I'm damned if I do!" But th' best ov intentions they never goes far, After thirty-two days, at th' door ov a bar. I tossed off me likker an' what do ye think? The dirty ould rascal had drugs in me drink. Th' next I remimber, I woke in th' morn In a three skysail yarder boun' south roun' th' Horn. With an ould suit o' oilskins, an' two pair o' sox, An' a floorin' o' bricks at th' foot av me box. Now all ye young sailors take warnin' by me, Keep watch on y'er drink when th' likker is free, An' pay no attintion t' runner or whore, When y'er hat's on y'er head an' y'er foot's on th' shore.  |
| Posted by: CatM 18-Aug-2003, 03:00 PM |
Okay, I had to share a song me gran used to sing to me (and yet, still single  ):Mairi's wedding Chorus Step we gaily on we go Heel for heel and toe for toe Arm in arm and row and row All for Mairi' s wedding 1. Over hill-way up and down Myrtle green and bracken brown Past the shieling through the town All for Mairi's wedding Chorus 2. Plenty herring plenty meal Plenty peat tae fill her creel Plenty bonny bairns as weel That's the toast for Mairi Chorus 3. Cheeks as bright as rowans are Brighter far than any star Fairest of them all by far is my darling Mairi Chorus 4. Over hill-ways up and down Myrtle green and bracken brown Past the sheiling through the town All for sake of Mairi Chorus CatM |
| Posted by: craig 08-Sep-2003, 09:27 AM |
| Bow to Stern By Kirk S. McWhorter Today's the day we raise the sail And watch the shore from behind the rail And start the end of a Seaman tale Secure the ship from Bow to Stern So come on me lads and climb aboard We're in it now for the Queen's accord And the Captain rules with one swift sword Secure the ship from Bow to Stern Chorus Way Hey, We're bound for glory Way Hey, we'll ne'r be sorry Way Hey, and the Captain Calls Secure the ship from Bow to Stern The ship is called the Ilsa Mine Her cargo is both sweet and fine For we've come from France with casks of wine Secure the ship from Bow to Stern The sails are filled with a northward wind And the ocean calm is still our friend For we're bound for home our goal to spend Secure the ship from Bow to Stern. Chorus Our journey now it won't be long And a life at sea, it can'y be wrong We'll work all day as we sing this song Secure the ship from Bow to Stern We've got a taste for the salty spray But we'll be drinking wine from far away For tomorrow is the cook's birthday Secure the ship from Bow to Stern Chorus We see a mast on the open sea And we know they follow us to sea If they can't take home our great bounty Secure the ship from Bow to Stern We know we'll fight. they rung the bell And instead of home we'll be in hell But the Captain says he'll pay us well Secure the ship from Bow to Stern One league away the ship arrives We can see the cannons with our eyes We'll protect our cargo with our lives Secure the Ship from Bow To Stern A rousing cheer rolls over the foam And the passage back we'll safely roam For she's just an escort sent from home Secure the ship from Bow to Stern Chorus(2x) This song is from Kirk S. McWhorter's second solo CD called, Eye of the Storm. The CD has a song of the seas theme. Kirk S. McWhorter is the lead singer for the group Kilbrannan. You can listen to this song and others by going to the Kilbrannan website. http://www.kilbrannan.com |
| Posted by: wyld piper 11-Dec-2003, 05:56 PM |
| I am a Sea Shanty Lover at heart and here are a few of my favs: The Rocky Road to Dublin ------------------------ (Traditional Arr. Paddy Cecilly) In the merry month of June from me home I started, Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted, Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother, Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins; Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin. One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah ! In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight next morning blithe and early, Took a drop of pure to keep me heartfrom sinking; Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking. See the lassies smile, laughing all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin' Asked me was I hired, wages I required, I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin. One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah ! In Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity To be soon deprived a view of that fine city. So then I took a stroll, all among the quality; Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality. Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind, No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin' Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin. One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah ! From there I got away, me spirits never falling, Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing. The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he; When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy. Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling; When off Holyhead wished meself was dead, Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin. One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah ! Well the bouys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it. Blood began to boil, temper I was losing; Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing. "Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly. Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in, With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray. We quitely cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin. One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, Whack fol all the Ra ! |
| Posted by: wyld piper 11-Dec-2003, 05:58 PM |
| THE SEA AROUND US (Domenick Behan) They say that the lakes of Killarney are fair That no stream like the Liffey can ever compare, If it's water you want, you'll find nothing more rare Than the stuff they make down by the ocean. CHORUS The sea, oh the sea is the gradh geal mo croide* Long may it stay between England and me It's a sure guarantee that some hour we'll be free Oh, thank God we're surrounded by water. Tom Moore made his "Waters" meet fame and reknown A great lover of anything dressed in a crown In brandy the bandy old Saxon he'd drown But throw ne'er a one in the ocean. The Scots have their Whisky, the Welch have their speech And their poets are paid about tenpence a week Provided no hard words on England they speak Oh Lord, what a price for devotion. The Danes came to Ireland with nothing to do But dream of the plundered old Irish they slew, "Yeh will in yer vikings" said Brian Boru And threw them back into the ocean. Two foreign old monarchs in battle did join Each wanting his head on the back of a coin; If the Irish had sense they'd drowned both in the Boyne And partition thrown into the ocean. *gradh geal mo croide = great joy of my heart |
| Posted by: wyld piper 11-Dec-2003, 06:00 PM |
| MOLLY MALONE In Dublin's fair city where girls are so pretty Twas there that I first met sweet Molly Malone As she wheeled her wheelbarrow Through street broad and narrow Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh" Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh, Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh" Now she was a fishmonger and sure twas no wonder For so were her mother and father before And they each wheeled their barrows Through streets broad and narrow Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh" She died of a faver and no one could save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone Now her ghost wheels her barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh" |
| Posted by: wyld piper 11-Dec-2003, 06:02 PM |
| TOO-A-LOO-RA-LOO-RAL That's An Irish Lullaby Over in Killarney Many years ago, Me Mither sang a song to me In tones so sweet and low. Just a simple little ditty, In her good ould Irish way, And l'd give the world if she could sing That song to me this day. Chorus: "Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry! Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby." Oft in dreams I wander To that cot again, I feel her arms a-huggin' me As when she held me then. And I hear her voice a -hummin' To me as in days of yore, When she used to rock me fast asleep Outside the cabin door. |
| Posted by: wyld piper 11-Dec-2003, 06:05 PM |
| RED IS THE ROSE chorus: Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows, And fair is the lily of the valley; Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne But my love is fairer than any. Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lass Comer over the hills to your darling; You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow And I'll be your true love forever. 'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed And the moon and the stars they were shining; The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair And she swore she'd be my love forever. It's not for the parting tht my sister pains It's not for the grief of my mother, "Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass That my heart is breaking forever. |
| Posted by: wyld piper 11-Dec-2003, 06:23 PM |
| Before posting this next piece, a small intr I think is necessary-- I had heard the song a hundred times but never thought of its meaning/origin, until explained to me by a wise Scotsman elder------At the Battle of Banochburn (sp?), the Scots realized they were terribly outnumbered by the English, and that their only hope at winning would be to divide and flank them. The half that took the highland route stood a chance of survival, and the others taking the valley were assuredly doomed to die, with the disadvantages of their route. This song was written about a Lad who fought along lowland trail, knowing full well he would die, that actually his soul would return to Scotland before his advantaged brothers in the hills. And of the love he left in Loch Lomond that he would never return to. After learning this I've never heard the song the same again. Hope you enjoyed this. Loch Lomond By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond, Where me and my true love were ever won't to gae On the bonnie bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond chorus: O' ye'll tak the high road and I'll tak the low road, And I'll be in Scotland afore ye; But me and my true love will never meet again, On the bonnie bonnie banks o' loch Lomond Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen, On the steep steep side o' Ben Lomond, Where in deep purple hue, the Hieland hills we view, And the moon coming oot in the gloaming. chorus The wee birdies sing, and the wild flowers spring, And in sunshine the waters are sleeping, But the broken heart will ken nae second spring again,' Though the waefu' may cease fae their greeting chorus |
| Posted by: oldraven 11-Dec-2003, 07:41 PM |
| Hoo! Yah!! Good stuff. I've got to jump in here. Cape St. Mary's -Stan Rogers (of course) Take me back to my western boat Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's Where the hog-down sail And the Fog horns wail With my friends the Browns and the Clearys Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's Let me feel my dory lift To the broad Atlantic combers Where the tide rip swirls And the wild ducks whirl And old Neptune calls the numbers. 'Neath the wild Atlantic combers Let me sail up Golden Bay With my oilskins all a-streaming From the thunder squalls when I hauled my trawls. And my old Cape Ann a-gleaming With my oilskins all a-streaming. And let me view that ragged shore With the beaches all a-glisten With the caplin spawn Where from dusk till dawn You bait your trawn, and you listen To the undertow a-hissin'. And when I reach that last big shoal Where the groundswells break asunder, Where the wild sands roll to the surge's toll Let me be a man and take it When my dory fails to make it. Oh take me back to that snug green cove Where the seas roll up their thunder There let me rest In the Earth's cool breast Where the stars shine out their wonder And the seas roll up their thunder. |
| Posted by: wyld piper 15-Dec-2003, 03:01 PM |
| ~~ My sincere appologies i got caught in the moment and strayed from the theme "sea shantys", but those tunes are good as well, heehee |
| Posted by: Catriona 17-Dec-2003, 04:29 AM |
| Wyldpiper I think there are many versions of the 'true' story behind the lyrics of Loch Lomond. I have heard yours, but this is the one that is the most commonly held one.... I'm not saying it's the right one, just another 'true' version!!!  Two Jacobite soldiers were captured at the Battle of Culloden, and imprisoned in Carlisle Castle. The next morning, one of the soldiers was to be freed, the other hanged. The condemned man sings about his sweetheart to the soldier who is to be freed and says "You'll take the high road (ie still in the land of the living), and I'll take the low road (of the dead)..."and I'll be in Scotland afore ye' The Corries recorded a version of Loch Lomond and thread it with words sung from the sweetheart's point of view. Truly, truly moving. I can't remember which album it is on, but I'll see if I can find it! |
| Posted by: barddas 18-Dec-2003, 09:57 AM | ||
That is the story I have always known to go with Loch Lomand. I remember hearing it told to me as a little one in school. |
| Posted by: wyld piper 20-Dec-2003, 05:35 PM |
I like that one  |
| Posted by: barddas 17-Feb-2004, 10:48 AM |
| It's been a while since I have been here. Need to fix that South Australia In South Australia I was born To me heave away, haul away In South Australia round Cape Horn We're bound for South Australia Haul away you rolling kings To me heave away, haul away Haul away, you'll hear me sing We're bound for South Australia As I walked out one morning fair 'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair I shook her up and I shook her down I shook her round and round the town I run her all night and I run her all day And I run her until we sailed away There ain't but one thing grieves me mind To leave Miss Nancy Blair behind And as we wallop around Cape Horn You'll wish to God you'd never been born In South Australia my native land Full of rocks and thieves and fleas and sand I wish I was on Australia's strand With a bottle of whiskey in my hand |
| Posted by: Raven 17-Feb-2004, 11:23 AM |
| As we do not have the sea here in Indianapolis,IN but we do have a Lake (actually a resevoir ) A Friend of mine has a slip for his Hobi Cat that we will go and sit on the beach and sing sea shanty's in the summer. Appropriately we have a favorite "lake shanty" the wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald which I noticed the other day bears a strong resemblance musically to a traditional Sea Shanty which escapes my brain at the present. |
| Posted by: Gwydo 17-Feb-2004, 12:14 PM |
| Ok, so I realize this is not a "traditional" Sea Shanty, but I still love it. The Last Saskatchewan Pirate By: The Arrogant Worms Oh, I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine, I had a little stretch of land along the CP line But time are hard and though I tried, the money wasn't there And bankers came and took my land and told me fair is fair I looked for every kind of job, the answer always "no" Hire you now, they'd always laugh, we just let twenty go! The government, they promised me a measly little sum But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum. Then I thought who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone I'm gonna be a PIRATE! on the River Saskatchewan! Chorus: Cause it's a heave-ho! hi-ho! Coming down the plains Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains And it's a ho-hey! hi-hey! Farmers bar your doors when you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores. Well you think the locals farmers would know that I'm at large But, just the other day I saw an unsuspecting barge I snuck up right behind them and they were none the wiser, I rammed their ship, and sank it, and I stole their fertilizer! A bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans a mighty river The farmers pass in so much fear, their stomachs are a-quiver Because the know that TRACTOR JACK! is hiding in the bay, I'll jump the bridge and knock them cold and sail off with their hay! Chorus Well Mountie Bob he chased me, he was always at my throat He'd follow on the shoreline but he didn't own a boat But cutbacks were a-coming and the Mountie lost his job Now he's sailing with me and we call him Salty Bob. A swingin' sword, and skull n' bones, and pleasant company I never pay my income tax and screw the GST- SCREW IT! Prince Albert down to Saskatoon, I'm the terror of the sea If ya wanna reach the Co-op, boy, you gotta get by me! Chorus Well, pirate life's appealing, but you don't just find it here I've heard that in Alberta, there's a band of bucaneers They roam the Athabasca, from Smith to Fort McKay And you're gonna lose your Stetson if you have to pass their way Well winter is a-coming and a chill is in the breeze Our pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze I'll be back in springtime, but now I 've to go, I hear there's lots of plundering down in New Mexico! Chorus Repeat Chorus Repeat last line of chorus |
| Posted by: balisodare 27-Feb-2004, 12:23 PM |
| http://www.contemplator.com/history/epedia.html#shanty (turn down your speakers first...there's quite the midi file playing when you load the page) Here' an interesting site. I never realized that there were different types of shanties. Makes sense though because of all the different stuff there is to do on a boat. Cheers  |
| Posted by: manxman 06-Apr-2004, 11:22 AM |
Here a shanty our band plays (Stationary Willberries). It's not on our CD unfortunately so you won't hear it on HR.  (Not sure of the origin. Paddy Lay Back 'Twas a cold and dreary morning in December December All of me money, it was spent, Spent, spent Where it went to, Lord, I can't remember Remember So down to the shipping office I went Went, went! (Chorus)Paddy lay back, Paddy lay back! Take in the slack, Take in the slack Take a turn around the capstan, Heave a pawl! Heave a pawl About ship's stations, boys, be handy Be handy! We're bound for Valipariso 'round the Horn! That day there was a great demand for sailors, For the colonies, for 'Frisco and for France. So I shipped aboard a limey barque, the Hotspur, An' got paralytic drunk on my advance. Now I joined her on a cold December mornin', A-frappin' o' me flippers to keep me warm, With the south cone a-hoisted as a warnin', To stand by the comin' of a storm. Now some of our fellers had been drinkin', An' I meself was heavy on the booze. An' I was on me ol' sea-chest a' thinkin' I'd turn into me bunk an' have a snooze. I woke up in the mornin' sick an' sore, I knew I was outward bound again; I hears a voice a-bawlin' at the door, ``Lay aft, ye sods, an' answer to yer names.'' 'Twas on the quarterdeck where I first saw 'em. Such an ugly bunch I never seen before, For there was a bum and stiff from every quarter, (For the captain had shipped a shanghai crew of Dutchmen) An' it made me poor ol' heart feel sick and sore. There was Spaniards an' Dutchmen an' Rooshians, An' Johnny Crapoos jist acrost from France. An' most of them could speak no word of English, But answered to the name of `Month's Advance!' I wisht I was in the ``Jolly Sailor,'' Along with Irish Kate a-drinkin' beer, An' then I thought what jolly chaps were sailors, An' with me flipper I wiped away a tear. I knew that in me box I had a bottle, By the boardin'-master 'twas put there; An' I wanted something for to wet me throttle, Somethin' for to drive away dull care. So down upon me knees I went like thunder, Put me hand into the bottom o' the box, An' what wuz me great surprise an' wonder, Found only a bottle o' medicine for the pox. |