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Dog Paddle

by SaltyPaws

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1.
Farewell to Tarwathie, Adieu Mormond Hill And the dear land of Crimmond, I bid you farewell I'm bound off for Greenland and ready to sail In hopes to find riches, in hunting the whale Farewell to my comrades for a while we must part And likewise the dear lass, who first won my heart The cold coast of Greenland, my love will not chill And the longer my absence more loving she'll feel Our ship is well rigged and she's ready to sail The crew they are anxious to follow the whale Where the icebergs do float and the stormy winds blow Where the land and the ocean is covered with snow The cold coast of Greenland is barren and bare No see time nor harvest is ever known there And the birds here sing sweetly, in mountain and dale But there's no bird in Greenland to sing to the whale There is no habitation for a man to live there And the king of that country is the fierce Greenland bear And there'll be no temptation to tarry long there With our ship under full we will homeward repair Farewell to Tarwathie, Adieu Mormond Hill And the dear land of Crimmond, I bid you farewell I'm bound off for Greenland and ready to sail In hopes to find riches, in hunting the whale
2.
In Amsterdam there lived a maid, mark well what I do say! In Amsterdam there lived a maid, who was the mistress of her trade. I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid! A rovin', a rovin', Since rovin's been my ru-i-in, I'll go no more a roving, with you fair maid! I took this maiden for a walk, mark well what I do say! I took this maiden for a walk, she wanted gin and didn't she talk. I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid! She said, "You sailors I love you so," mark well what I do say! "All you sailors, I love you so," and the reason why I soon did know. I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid! She placed her hand upon my knee, mark well what I do say! She placed her hand upon my knee, I said "Young miss, you're rather free." I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid! She placed her hand upon my thigh, mark well what I do say! She placed her hand upon my thigh, my hand went cold, my mouth went dry. I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid! She placed her hand upon my waist, mark well what I do say! She placed her hand upon my waist, and for my belt she went with haste. I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid! I gave this Miss a parting kiss, mark well what I do say! I gave this Miss a parting kiss, and back aboard my money I missed. I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid! Then take warning, boys, from me, mark well what I do say! So take a warning, boys, from me, never does a kiss come free. I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid!
3.
The Diamond is a ship, m’lads, for the Davis Straights she’s bound And the quay it is all garnished with the bonny lasses ‘round Captain Thompson gives the order, to sail the ocean wide. Where the sun it never sets m’lads nor darkness dims the sky CHORUS And it’s cheer up m’lads! Let your hearts never fail. The bonny ship the Diamond goes a fishing for the whale! Upon the quay at Peterhead, the lasses gather ‘round. With their shawls all pulled about them and the salt tears running down. Now don’t you cry my bonny lass though you’ll be left behind. For the rose will grow on Greenland’s ice before I’ll change my mind! Here’s health to the “Resolution” likewise the “Eliza Swan” Here’s health to the “Battler of Montrose” and the “Diamond" ship of fame! We wear the trousers of the white, and the jackets of the blue. When we return to Peterhead, we’ll have sweethearts anew! It’ll be bright both day and night, when the Greenland lads return, With a ship that’s full of oil m’lads and monies for to burn! We’ll make the cradle for to rock and blankets for to tear, And every lass in Peterhead will sing “Hush-a-bye my dear!”
4.
General Taylor gained the day; Walk him along, John, Carry him along; General Taylor gained the day; Carry him to his burying ground. To me way, hey, Stormy; Walk him along, John, carry him along; Way, hey, hey, Stormy; Carry him to his burying ground. We'll dig his grave with a silver spade; His shroud of the finest silk will be made. We'll lower him down on a golden chain; On every link, we'll carve his name. Old Stormy heard the Angel call, so sing his dirge now one and all. He's moored at last and furled his sail; No danger now from wreck or gale. For fifty years he sailed the seas, In winter gale and summer breeze. Oh poor Stormy's gone to rest; Of all the seamen, he was best. General Taylor he's all the go He's gone where the stormy winds won't blow.
5.
I'm A Rover 02:55
I'm a a rover and seldom sober, I'm a rover, of high degree; And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking, how to gain my love's company. Though the night be dark as dungeon, not a star to be seen above I will be guided without a stumble, into the arms of me only love. I went up to her bedroom window, kneeling gently upon a stone I rapped on her bedroom window "My darling dear, do you lie alone"? [Chorus] She raised her head up from her feather pillow, raised her arms up around her breast, Saying "Who's at me bedroom window, disturbing me at me long night's rest?" "It's only me, your own true lover, open the door and please let me in. For I have come on a long night's journey. I am near drenched to the skin". [Chorus] She opened the door with the greatest pleasure, opened the door and she let me in We both shook hands and embraced each other. 'Til the morning we lay as one. The cocks were crowing and birds were calling; the bairns they ran free about the brae; "Remember, lass, I'm a sailor laddie, and the capt'n I must obey. Well now me love, I must go and leave you, over the seas just like a dove Now I will sail them with greater pleasure that I have been with me one true love".
6.
Look a head, look a stern, look a weather and a lee Blow High. Blow Low. And So Sailed We. I see a wreck to windward and a lofty ship to lee Cruisin' down the coast of the High Barbary. "Oh, hail her! Oh, hail her!" our gallant Captain cried, "Are you a man-o-war or a privateer?" said he, "I am not a man-o-war nor privateer," said he; "But I'm a salt-sea pirate whose a-looking for his fee," Twas broadside for broadside, they fought all on the main Until at last the frigate shot the pirate's mast away “For quarters! For quarters!” The saucy pirate cried The quarters that we show'd them was to sink them in the tide With cutlass and gun, we fought for hours three. The ship it was their coffin and their grave it was the sea But Oh, it was a cruel sight and grieved us full sore To see them all a-drowning as they tried to swim to shore.
7.
Irish Rover 04:14
On the Fourth of July, 1806 We set sail from the coal quay 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 fore and aft And oh, how the trade winds drove her She had twenty three masts And she stood several blasts 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 bales of old nanny goat's tails 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 sides of old blind horses hides In the hold of 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 Tracy from Dover And your man, Mick MacCann From the banks of the Bann Was the skipper of the Irish Rover We had sailed seven years When the measles broke out And the ship lost its way in the fog And that whole of a crew Was reduced down to two Just myself and the Captain's old dog Then the ship struck a rock Oh Lord! what a shock Then she heeled right over She turned nine times around And the poor old dog was drowned I'm the last of The Irish Rover.
8.
It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife we whalermen undergo And we don't give a damn when the gale is done how hard the winds did blow 'Cause we're homeward bound from the Arctic Ground with a good ship taut and free And we won't give a damn when we drink our rum with the girls of Old Maui Chorus: Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys, rolling down to Old Maui We're homeward bound from the Arctic Ground, rolling down to Old Maui Once more we sail with the northerly gale through the ice and wind and rain Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands we soon shall see again Six hellish months we've passed away on the cold Kamchatka Sea But now we're bound from the Arctic Ground, rolling down to Old Maui Once more we sail the northerly gale towards our island home Our main mast sprung, our whaling done, and we ain't got far to roam Our stun's'l boom is carried away, what care we for that sound A living gale is after us, thank God we're homeward bound How soft the breeze through the island trees, now the ice is far a-stern Them native maids, them tropical glades are awaiting our return Even now their big brown eyes look out hoping some fine day to see Our baggy sails, running 'fore the gales, rolling down to Old Maui

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SaltyPaws brings you songs of the sea. Traditional songs sung for enjoyment (forebiters) or for work (shanties) are intermixed here. Beginning and ending with whaling songs, you'll experience ship wrecks, pirate attacks, burials, late night trysts, and a trip to the red light district.

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released July 17, 2013

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SaltyPaws Punta Gorda, Florida

When you think of wandering minstrels, do you ever think they might live on a boat? SaltyPaws is a sailing acoustic duo, living aboard their catamaran, sailing and singing the Atlantic eastern seaboard. You'll hear guitar and 5 string banjo, spiced with harmonica and concertina. Wherever the boat is in port, you'll find Bentley and Jim joining a jam, at an open mic, or busking a street corner. ... more

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