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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 1:49 pm
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 7:16 am
The following poem was written and recited by our own Mr. Cubby quite sometime back, but was posted within my Quarters. Enjoy... Mr. Cubby okay so it is not technically lady washington related though it does seem to have a reference to it... but it is more just one of my fantasies hahaha ~my lady~ The sea, the sea. The place for me, and all I know and love. The sea, unsatiated lust and power, beyond comprehension, the roar of wave upon the shore full of rage and tension. All that I ask are my ship and my glass, maybe even a small flask, or to tend a ball with my mask as I have come to like, and in the end may I not encounter a pike. Above in the nest, with my songs and a jest, I scan the ocean for land, my ship is a large one and is well over ten ton, but I long for the feel of sand. Soon, my lady she, must bring unto me, once more again the sail, then to the sea my lady and me, but one day soon I will hail.
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 7:45 pm
I've had to read the following at many the funeral of my fellow mariners.
I only hope that it is boldly read aloud to those who are present at the time of my own death. I shant be there to hear it. Naught due to my death, but due to the fact that I should have begun my last eternal voyage. The voyage that we all must eventually take...
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 11:44 pm
Favorite song as of late;
Look ahead, look astern, look the weather and the lee
Blow high, blow low, and so sail'ed we
I see a wreck to windward and a lofty ship to lee
A sailin' down along the coast of High Barbary
Then hail her, our captain, he called out o'er the side
Blow high, blow low, and so sail'ed we
Who are you, a pirate or man-o-war, he cried
A sailin' down along the coast of High Barbary
Oh are you, a pirate or man-o-war, cried we
Blow high, blow low, and so sail'ed we
Oh no I'm not a pirate but a man-o-war cried he
A sailin' down along the coast of High Barbary
Then hark up your topsails, and heave your vessel to.
Blow high, blow low, and so sail'ed we
For we have got some letters to be carried home by you.
A sailin' down along the coast of High Barbary
We'll hark up our topsails, and heave our vessel to
Blow high, blow low, and so sail'ed we
But only in some harbor and along the side of you
A sailin' down along the coast of High Barbary
For broadside, for broadside, we fought along the main.
Blow high, blow low, and so sail'ed we
Until at last our frigate shot the pirate's mast away
A sailin' down along the coast of High Barbary
For quarters, for quarters, the saucy pirate cried
Blow high, blow low, and so sail'ed we
The quarters that we showed them was to sink them in the tide
A sailin' down along the coast of High Barbary
With cutlass and gunner, we fought for hours three
Blow high, blow low, and so sail'ed we
The ship it was their coffin and their grave it was the sea
A sailin' down along the coast of High Barbary
But oh it was a cruel sight, and greive'ed us full sore
Blow high, blow low, and so sail'ed we
To see them all a'drownin' as they tried to swim to shore
A sailin' down along the coast of High Barbary
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 12:09 pm
The Valiant Lady
Information
This song is also known as The Brisk Young Lively Lad. It is a variant of the black-letter ballad (broadside) The Valiant Virgin, or Philip and Mary which appears in the Roxburghe Manuscripts (17th century). It was sung to the tune When the Stormy Winds do Blow. That ballad takes place in Worcestershire, where the lady is the daughter of a rich merchant and knows surgery and medicine. Her lover is a poor farmer. Her father dies while they are at sea, and they return to marry. When the Stormy Winds Do Blow was popular in the 17th century and used as the melody or part of the melody for several songs. There is no copy of that original air. This was collected in Surrey in 1896 and appeared in the Journal of Folk Song Society in 1900. There are similarities between this story and The Bonny Lighter Boy and Jackaroe.
Lyrics
It's of a brisk young lively lad
Came out of Gloucestershire,
And all his full intention was
To court a lady fair.
Her eyes they shone like morning dew,
Her hair was fair to see;
She was grace,
In form and face,
And was fixed in modesty.
This couple was a-walking,
They loved each other well;
And someone heard them talking
And did her father tell,
And when her father came to know
And understand this thing,
Then said he
'From one like thee
I'll free my daughter in the spring!'
'Twas in the spring-time of the year
There was a press begun;
And all their full intention was
To press a farmer's son.
They pressed him, and sent him out
Far o'er the raging sea,
'where I'm sure
He will no more
Keep my daughter company!
In man's apparel then she did
Resolve to try her fate;
And in the good ship where he rid
She went as surgeon's mate.
Says she 'My soldier shall not be
Destroyed for want of care;
I will dress,
And I will bless,
Whatsoever I endure!
The twenty-first of August
There was a fight begun,
And foremost in the battle
They placed the farmer's son.
He there received a dreadful wound
That struck him in the thigh,
Every vein
Was filled with pain,
He got wounded dreadfully.
Into the surgeon's cabin
They did convey him straight,
Where, first of all the wounded men,
The pretty surgeon's mate
Most tenderly did dress his wound,
Which bitterly did smart;
Then said he
'Oh! one like thee
Once was mistress of my heart!
She went to the commander
And offered very fair:
'Forty or fifty guineas
Shall buy my love quite clear!
No money shall be wanted,
No longer tarry here!'
'Since 'tis so
Come, let's go!
To old England we will steer!'
She went unto her father's gate
And stood there for a while;
Said he 'The heavens bless you!
My own and lovely child!;'
Cried she 'Since I have found him,
And brought him safe to shore,
Our days we'll spend
In old England,
Never roam abroad no more!'
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 7:08 pm
Another shanty...
Homeward Bound - Andrew Draskoy's version
From Liverpool docks we bid adieu
To Suke, and Sal, and Kittie too
The anchor's weighed and the sails unfurl
We're bound to cross the watery row
For we know we're outward bound
Hurrah, we're outward bound
The wind it blows from the east nor'east
Our ship will scud ten knots at least
The purser would our wants supply
So while with life we'll never say die
And should we touch at Malabar
Or any other quarters far
Our purser he will tip the c***k
And just like fishes we will drink
Then at last our captain comes on board
Our sails are bent, we're manned and stored
The Peter's hoisted at the fore
Good-bye to the girls we'll see no more
For we know we're homeward bound
Hurrah, we're homeward bound
One day the man on the look-out
Proclaims a sail with a joyful shout
"Can you make her out?" "I think I can;
She's a pilot standing out from the land"
And when we're hauled into Liverpool docks
Them bloomers all come 'round in flocks
Them pretty girls, we hear 'em say
"Here comes Jack with his twelve-month pay"
Next we go to the Dog and Bell
Where there's good vittle there to sell
When in comes Archie with a smile
"Drink up me boys, it's worth your while"
When poor Jack's money is gone and spent
Nor more to be had, no more to be lent
Then in comes Archie with a frown
Saying "Rise up Jack, let John sit down"
And so poor Jack must understand
There's ships in the harbour needing hands
So stows his gear like he did before
And says farewell to the Liverpool shore
For he knows he's outward bound
Hurrah, he's outward bound
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 11:12 am
'The seas their wonders might reveal,
But Chloe's eyes have more:
Nor all the treasure they conceal,
Can equal mine on shore.
From Ireland's temp'rate coast
Remove me farther yet,
To shiver in eternal frost
Or melt with India's heat.
Her image shall my days beguile
And still my dream shall be...'
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 1:18 pm
Don't Forget Your Old Shipmate
- traditional, made famous in Master and Commander
Safe and sound at home again
Let the waters roar, Jack
Safe and sound at home again
Let the waters roar, Jack
Long we've tossed on the rolling main
Now we're safe ashore, Jack
Don't forget your old shipmate
Fal dee ral dee ral dee rye eye doe!
Since we sailed from Plymouth Sound
Four years gone, or nigh, Jack
Was there ever chummies, now
Such as you and I, Jack?
We have worked the self-same gun:
Quarterdeck division
Sponger I and loader you
Through the whole commission
Oftentimes have we laid out
toil nor danger fearing,
Tugging out the flapping sail
to the weather bearing
When the middle watch was on
And the time went slow, boy
Who could choose a rousing stave
Who like Jack or Joe, boy?
There she swings, an empty hulk
Not a soul below now
Number seven starboard mess
Misses Jack and Joe now
But the best of friends must part
Fair or foul the weather
Hand yer flipper for a shake
Now a drink together
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 7:57 pm
Oh give me a home
where the merchant ship roam
and the dolphin and porpoises play!
Where never is heard
a child-safe word
and Blackbeard's blockaded the bay!
Home, home on the main,
where the dolphin and porpoises play!
Where never is heard
a child-safe word
and Blackbeard's blockaded the bay!
(lyrics adapted by me)
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 4:44 am
Wave Over Wave - Jim Payne
Me name's Able Rogers, a shareman am I
On a three-masted schooner from Twillingate Isle
I've been the world over, north, south, east, and west
But the middle of nowhere's where I like it best
Where it's wave over wave, sea over bow
I'm as happy a man as the sea will allow
There's no other life for a sailor like me
But to sail the salt sea, boys, sail the sea
There's no other life but to sail the salt sea
The work it is hard and the hours are long
My spirit is willing, my back it is strong
And when the work's over then whiskey we'll pour
We'll dance with the girls upon some foreign shore
I'd leave my wife lonely ten months of the year
She made me a home and raised my children dear
But she'd never come out to bid farewell to me
Or ken why a sailor must sail the salt sea
I've sailed the wide oceans four decades or more
And ofttimes I've wondered what I do it for
I don't know the answer, it's pleasure and pain
With life to live over, I'd do it again
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 4:48 am
Bold Riley
Our anchor's aweigh and our sails are all set
Bold Riley, oh, boom-a-lay
The folks we are leaving, we'll never forget
Bold Riley, oh, gone away
Goodbye, me darling. Goodbye, me dear, oh
Bold Riley, oh, boom-a-lay
Goodbye, me darling. Goodbye, me dear, oh
Bold Riley, oh, gone away
Wake up Mary Ellen and don't look so glum
By Whitestocking time you'll be drinking hot rum
The rain it is raining now all the day long
And the northerly wind, it does blow so strong
We're outward and bound for Bengal bay
Get bending, me boys, it's a hell of a way
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 12:38 am
Ye Mariners All - traditional
Ye mariners all, as ye pass by
Come in and drink if you are dry
Come spend, me lads, your money brisk
And pop your nose in a jug of this
Oh mariners all, if you've half a crown
You're welcome all for to sit down
Come spend, me lads, your money brisk
And pop your nose in a jug of this
Oh tipplers all, as you pass by
Come in and drink if you are dry
Come in and drink, think not amis
And pop your nose in a jug of this
Oh now I'm old and can scarcely crawl
I've a long grey beard and a head that's bald
Crown my desire, fulfill my bliss
A pretty girl and a jug of this
And when I'm in my grave and dead
And all my sorrows are past and fled
Transform me then into a fish
And let me swim in a jug of this
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 7:09 am
The Pirate Song
Click Here To Hear Tune
Lesley Nelson-Burns
Lyrics
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 3:18 pm
Aria85 Wave Over Wave - Jim Payne
Me name's Able Rogers, a shareman am I
On a three-masted schooner from Twillingate Isle
I've been the world over, north, south, east, and west
But the middle of nowhere's where I like it best
Where it's wave over wave, sea over bow
I'm as happy a man as the sea will allow
There's no other life for a sailor like me
But to sail the salt sea, boys, sail the sea
There's no other life but to sail the salt sea
The work it is hard and the hours are long
My spirit is willing, my back it is strong
And when the work's over then whiskey we'll pour
We'll dance with the girls upon some foreign shore
I'd leave my wife lonely ten months of the year
She made me a home and raised my children dear
But she'd never come out to bid farewell to me
Or ken why a sailor must sail the salt sea
I've sailed the wide oceans four decades or more
And ofttimes I've wondered what I do it for
I don't know the answer, it's pleasure and pain
With life to live over, I'd do it again I love this song. heart
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 3:40 pm
xd I've finally found a site that has midis along with the lyrics to a few well known sea songs and shanties. It definitely helps bring life to the songs, and makes finding favorites quick and easy. 3nodding
Happy to have found one you liked.
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