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Post by Carlotta on May 22, 2006 23:10:43 GMT -5
Sea shanties are not the only songs associated with work on the sea, nor the only ones sung onboard. Almost any song with a regular beat can be used to synchronize steady-paced work such as winding a capstan or a winch. There are also many, many songs about life at sea. Some of these songs are traditional, some are relevant songs
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Post by Carlotta on May 22, 2006 23:11:42 GMT -5
The Mermaid Song - as sung by Capt. Jim Parsons
When I was a lad in a fishing town My old man said to me: "You can spend your life, your jolly life Sailing on the sea. You can search the world for pretty girls Til your eyes grow weak and dim, But don't go fishing for a mermaid, son If you don't know how to swim"
'Cause her hair was green as seaweed Her skin was blue and pale I loved that girl with all my heart I only liked the upper part I did not like the tail
So I signed aboard of a whaling ship And my first very day at sea There I spied in the waves, Reaching out for me "Come live with me in the sea said she, Down on the ocean floor And I'll show you many's a wonderous thing That you've never seen before
So over I jumped and she pulled me down, Down to her seaweed bed A pillow made of tortoise-shell She placed beneath my head She fed me shrimp and caviar Upon a silver dish From her head to her waist was just to my taste But the rest of her was a fish
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Then one day, she swam away So I sang to the clams and the whales "Oh, how I miss her seagreen hair And the silvery shine of her scales Then her sister, she swam by And set my heart awhirl From her head to her waste was an ugly fish But the rest of her was a girl
'Cause her hair was green as seaweed Her skin was blue and pale I loved that girl with all my heart I did not like the upper part And that's how I get my ...
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Post by Carlotta on May 22, 2006 23:12:44 GMT -5
The Sailor's Alphabet
A is the anchor that holds a bold ship, B is the bowsprit that often does dip, C is the capstan on which we do wind, and D is the davits on which the jolly boat hangs.
<Chorus> Oh, hi derry, hey derry, ho derry down, Give sailors their grog and there's nothing goes wrong, So merry, so merry, so merry are we, No matter who's laughing at sailors at sea.
E is the ensign, the red, white, and blue, F is the fo'c'sle, holds the ship's crew, G is the gangway on which the mate takes his stand, H is the hawser that seldom does strand.
I is the irons where the stuns'l boom sits, J is the jib-boom that often does dip, K are the keelsons of which you've told, and L are the lanyards that always will hold.
M is the main mast, so stout and so strong, N is the north point that never points wrong, O are the orders of which we must be'ware, and P are the pumps that cause sailors to swear.
Q is the quadrant, the sun for to take, R is the riggin' that always does shake, S is the starboard side of our bold ship, and T are the topmasts that often do split.
U is the ugliest old Captain of all, V are the vapours that come with the squall, W is the windlass on which we do wind, and X, Y, and Z, well, I can't put in rhyme!
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Post by Carlotta on May 22, 2006 23:14:28 GMT -5
A Whaler's Tale - Ken Graydon
I signed aboard this whaling ship I made my mark it's true And I'll serve out the span of time I swore that I would do But I'll not man your boats again Though you cast me in the sea For I tell you sir, them fish can think As well as you or me
Just yesterday the lookout's call Had bent us to our work I took me place like all the rest I'd not be one to shirk Now thirteen men's been drownded And no more of them we'll see I'd take an oath, them fish can think As well as you or me
We'd pulled our boats abreast the pod The steersman took his stand He'd had no time to make his throw When the oar flew from my hand Just then a great fluke smashed our boat The whale I didn't see Now I believe them fish can think As well as you or me
For then them whales destroyed our boats They rammed them one by one They stove them all with head and fluke And after they was done We few poor souls left half-alive Was clinging to debris I'd stake me life them fish can think As good as you and me
The way them whale fish went for us It seemed as though t'was planned For each one had his target boat They played us man for man Just knowin' now they think so clear My heart says let them be I swear to God them fish can think As good as you or me
Now John is blind, Jim's lost an arm And Caleb's lost below My leg will heal but other men No more aloft can go So I'll not man your boats again Though you drown me in the sea For I tell you sir, them fish can think As good as you or me
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Post by Captain Emmy Tot on May 28, 2006 16:49:32 GMT -5
The Pirate Song
My boat's by the tower, and my bark's on the bay, and both must be gone at the dawn of the day. The moon's in her shroud, and to light thee afar On the deck of the daring's a lovelighted star.
Chorus So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee, Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be, So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee, Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,
So forgive me my rough mood unaccustomed to sue; I woo not, perhaps, as your landlubbers do. My voice is attuned to the sound of the gun That startles the deep when the combat's begun.
Chorus So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee, Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be, So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee, Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,
The Frenchman and Don will flee from our path, and the Englishmen cower below at our wrath, And our sails shall be gilt in the gold of the day, And the sea robins sing as we roll on our way.
Chorus So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee, Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be, So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee, Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,
A hundred shall serve - the best of the brave, And the chief of a thousand shall kneel as thy slave, And thou shalt reign queen, and thy empire shall last Till the black flag by inches, is torn from the mast.
Chorus So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee, Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be, So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee, Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,
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