"When I'm discharged at Liverpool 'n' draws my bit o' pay, I won't come to sea no more; I'll court a pretty little lass 'n' have a weddin' day, 'N' settle somewhere down shore; I'll never fare to sea again a-temptin' Davy Jones, A-hearkening to the cruel sharks a-hungerin' for my bones; I'll run a blushin' dairy-farm or go a-crackin' stones, Or buy 'n' keep a little liquor-store." So he said. They towed her in to Liverpool, we made the hooker fast, And the copper-bound [official]1 paid the crew, And Billy drew his money, but the money didn't last, For he painted the alongshore blue, It was rum for Poll, and rum for Nan, and gin for Jolly Jack; He shipped a week later in the clothes upon his back; He had to pinch a little straw, he had to beg a sack To sleep on, when his watch was through, So he did.
Four Salt-Water Ballads
Song Cycle by J. Frederick Keel (1871 - 1954)
1. Hell's pavement  [sung text checked 1 time]
Authorship:
- by John Masefield (1878 - 1967), "Hell's pavement", appears in Salt Water Ballads, first published 1902
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View original text (without footnotes)First published in Speaker, September 1902
1 Keel: "officials"
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2. A wanderer's song  [sung text checked 1 time]
A wind's in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels, I am tired of brick and stone and rumbling wagon-wheels; I hunger for the sea's edge, the [limit]1 of the land, Where the wild old Atlantic is shouting on the sand. Oh I'll be going, leaving the noises of the street, To where a lifting foresail-foot is yanking at the sheet; To a windy, tossing anchorage where yawls and ketches ride, Oh I'll be going, going, until I meet the tide. And first I'll hear the sea-wind, the mewing of the gulls, The clucking, sucking of the sea about the rusty hulls, The songs at the capstan [at]2 the hooker warping out, And then the heart of me'll know I'm there or thereabout. Oh I am sick of brick and stone, the heart of me is sick, For windy green, unquiet sea, the realm of Moby Dick; And I'll be going, going, from the roaring of the wheels, For a wind's in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels.
Authorship:
- by John Masefield (1878 - 1967), "A wind's in the heart of me", appears in Salt Water Ballads, first published 1902
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View original text (without footnotes)First published in Speaker (July 1902)
1 Keel: "limits"
2 Keel: "in"
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3. A sailor's prayer  [sung text checked 1 time]
When the last sea is sailed and the last shallow charted, When the last field is reaped and the last harvest stored, When the last fire is out and the last guest departed, Grant the last prayer that I shall pray, Be good to me, O Lord! And let me pass in a night at sea, a night of storm and thunder, In the loud crying of the wind through sail and rope and spar; Send me a ninth great peaceful wave to drown and roll me under To the cold tunny-fishes' home where the drowned galleons are. And in the dim green quiet place far out of sight and hearing, Grant I may hear at whiles the wash and thresh of the sea-foam About the fine keen bows of the stately clippers steering Towards the lone northern star and the fair ports of home.
Authorship:
- by John Masefield (1878 - 1967), title 1: "A Last Prayer", title 2: "D'Avalos' Prayer", appears in Salt Water Ballads, first published 1902
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Confirmed with Salt-Water Ballads by John Masefield, New York: The Macmillan Company, 1915, pages 77-78, titled "D'Avalos's Prayer". First published as "A Last Prayer" in Broad Sheet, October 1902
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4. Cape Horn Gospel  [sung text checked 1 time]
"I was in a hooker once," said Karlssen, "And Bill, as was a seaman, died, So we lashed him in an old tarpaulin And tumbled him across the side; And the fun of it was that all his gear was Divided up among the crew Before that blushing human error Our crawling little captain, knew. "On the passage home one morning (As certain as I prays for grace) There was old Bill's shadder a-hauling At the [mizzen weather]1 topsail brace. He was all grown green with seaweed He was all lashed up and shored; So I says to him, I says, 'Why, Billy! What's a-bringin' of you back aboard?' "'I'm a-weary of them there mermaids,' Says old Bill's ghost to me; 'It ain't no place for a Christian Below there -- under sea. For it's all blown sand and shipwrecks And old bones eaten bare, And them cold fishy females With long green weeds for hair. "'And there ain't no dances shuffled, And no old yarns is spun, And there ain't no stars but starfish, And never any moon or sun. I heard your keel a-passing And the running rattle of the brace, And I says, "Stand by,"' says William, '"For a shift towards a better place."' "Well, he sogered about decks till sunrise, When a rooster in the hen-coop crowed, And as so much smoke he faded, And as so much smoke he goed; And I've often wondered since, Jan, How his old ghost stands to fare Long o' them cold fishy females With long green weeds for hair."
Authorship:
- by John Masefield (1878 - 1967), "Cape Horn Gospel", appears in Salt Water Ballads, first published 1902
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Keel: "weather mizzen"
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