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Mudcat Island Folk Festival

Alba 09 Feb 06 - 10:25 PM
wysiwyg 09 Feb 06 - 09:58 PM
katlaughing 09 Feb 06 - 12:03 AM
kendall 16 Feb 00 - 11:05 AM
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Troll 15 Feb 00 - 10:23 PM
Mbo 15 Feb 00 - 10:02 PM
Amos 15 Feb 00 - 09:56 PM
Crowhugger 15 Feb 00 - 09:42 PM
Amos 15 Feb 00 - 09:23 PM
Dave (the ancient mariner) 15 Feb 00 - 08:42 PM
Amos 15 Feb 00 - 08:19 PM
JenEllen 15 Feb 00 - 08:17 PM
Crowhugger 15 Feb 00 - 08:14 PM
Dave (the ancient mariner) 15 Feb 00 - 08:13 PM
Sorcha 15 Feb 00 - 08:02 PM
wysiwyg 15 Feb 00 - 07:49 PM
Mbo 15 Feb 00 - 07:44 PM
Sorcha 15 Feb 00 - 06:27 PM
wysiwyg 15 Feb 00 - 06:21 PM
Willie-O 15 Feb 00 - 04:36 PM
MMario 15 Feb 00 - 04:03 PM
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Dave (the ancient mariner) 15 Feb 00 - 03:54 PM
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Alba
Date: 09 Feb 06 - 10:25 PM

Yes I am with Susan on this (yes Susan you were very funny..well actually you still are, well I mean you are funny when you mean to be not all the time oh forget it you know what I mean I hope gulp!)

Kat Thanks for refreshing this refreshing Thread of old.
It makes a change to come in and actually find fun in the BS bit instead of strapping on your emotional body armor and entering the Arena..:)

I was just thinking about the Respite Tavern Thread today.
There are a few names on this Thread that haven't been in for a while.

Again Thanks for making me chuckle before bedtime Kat Darlin.
Love and Light as always
Jude


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: wysiwyg
Date: 09 Feb 06 - 09:58 PM

Thanks Kat!!!!

I forgot I was that funny! :~)

Mbo (MattR), are you still among us?

~Susan
(formerly known as Praise)


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: katlaughing
Date: 09 Feb 06 - 12:03 AM

Fun to read through this old chestnut, again!


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: kendall
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 11:05 AM

For you in the UK, that should read..how to upset a lobster?

Take his wife to dinner.


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: kendall
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 11:02 AM

Wanna know how to piss off a lobster?


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Troll
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:23 PM

The poems are mine. Sure MM anytime. If I don't copyright 'em they'er there for anyone that wants to use 'em.

troll


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:02 PM

Well, it's not really a lament...more of a lullaby, but it's sad. It's called "Dean Cadalan Samhach," and it was written by a Scottish immigrant to North Carolina, not far, actually from where my folks live (about 60 miles away from where I am) It's all about missing Scotland. I'll follow it up with "O Tha Mise Fro Ghruiaman." Oh, and shy girl Crowhugger, if'n you want a corbie to hug, you can have me. Pipers get uncommonly good at squeezing.

--Mbo


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 09:56 PM

Now all hands aft go forrard!
Now all hands forrard, go aft!
Now all hands 'midship, ready about and stand by to direct traffic,
For the thread goes on here, lads!


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Crowhugger
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 09:42 PM

Might it be time for a new thread to weave a new magical night on the cusp of the sea?


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 09:23 PM

God love ye, Davey lad, take right care of thar coaxsome elf and defend her as yer own!

I've never seen a finer crowd, a fine land, a finer night in all my days on sea or ashore. Well, you've done it just right, and that's a fact...thank you for making more joy than you found in the world.

(Waltzes off down the tideline with TGG, splashing into the dim shadows)


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:42 PM

Room has been reserved for ye on my knee anytime love.


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:19 PM

Steady with those ball-bearings, Mr Queeg. Mbo, if ye're out of sorts from all that baking (as I can well imagine) just find yoursel' a hammock rolled up for'd in the focs'le, pop the stops off it and wrap up for a rest. If te ask nicely I think CLeigh has a hosepipe to cool those hot rocks. Hey, on ye're way throw that damn sock overboard someone left on the quarterdeck!

I see a green-clad red-headed Goddess down yonder on the strand,
And i hear a fiddle dancing high, and she's hold out a hand
So on this blessed salted rock, a second night we'll stay
While the crew cavorts, and the ship awaits, and I dance the night away!

He crosses the tidelines to a greenish glow which gradually crystallizes in the evening shore breeze into the ineffably lovely form of TGG, fresh from punishing unbelievers on hockety rinks all across the west and banishing them to the Ice Capades for eternity.

The fiddleis playing a high mournful air in waltz time and the Skipper and the Gaelic goddess waltz merrily along the tideline, splashing in the quiet Atlantic surf as the moon rises slow and the clouds retire, leaving the sky ablaze with the sparkle of ten thousand summer jewels touched with the Moon's own blessings...and another night of madcap Mudcat merriment unfolds.


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: JenEllen
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:17 PM

*Staggering over the dunes comes a wee tired sprite, cursing under her breath and dragging enough sand in the cuffs of her jeans to make another island*

Ah Suze, good to see you again. Chuck me a bannock before the sailors clean us out? Ta..

Amos, any of the Reisling left? Trade you a song for a glass...

*pulls out guitar with crappy gore-tex strings and shrugs the strap over her sunburned shoulders*

Here I stand
Lost in the wind
Round in circles sailing
Like a ship that never comes in
Standing by myself
Here I stand
Alone on the plains
Sun's going down
And it's starting to rain
Daddy we'll go sailing
Sing a sad song for a good man
Sing a sad song for me
Sing a sad song for a sailor
A thousand miles from sea

Dave, got a warm spot for a gal to curl up for a bit? The lobster and wine has done me in. Got to rest up for the dancing!


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Crowhugger
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:14 PM

Well, 'tis an isle deserving of the lightest step. Another wooly sock is tossed heav'nward, tempting the gulls into many winged collision, yet not an injury to be had. The shy gal watches, filling with contentment, as the sock is snatched by an updraft and away. The sky is a colour she cannot say for there is no word she knows to match it. She knows there is no place closer to home than here. And she bows a clear voice with Mbo.


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE WRAGGLE-TAGGLE GYPSIES
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:13 PM

Wow the Island is really crowded, reminds me of the Gypsy encampments.. Ah I know a song fer ye...

THE WRAGGLE-TAGGLE GYPSIES

There were three gypsies a come to my door,
And down stairs ran this a-lady, O.
One sang high and another sang low
And the other sang bonny bonny Biscay O

Then she pulled off her silk finished gown,
And put on hose of leather, O
The ragged ragged rags about our door
And she's gone with the wraggle, taggle gypsies O

It was late last night when my lord came home,
Inquiring for his a-lady O
The servants said on every hand
She's gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O

O saddle to me my milk-white steed
And go and fetch me my pony, O
That I may ride and seek my bride,
Who's gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies O

O he rode high, and he rode low
He rode through wood and copses too,
Until he came to a wide open field,
And there he espied his a-lady O

What makes you leave you house and land?
What makes you leave you money, O?
What makes you leave you new-wedded lord,
To follow the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O.

What care I for my house and land?
What care I for my money,O?
What care I for my new-wedded lord,
I'm off with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!

"Last night you slept on a goosefeather bed,
With the sheet turned down so bravely, O.
Tonight you'll sleep in a cold open field,
Along with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O."

"What care I for a goose-feather bed,
With the sheet turned down so bravely, O.
For tonight I'll sleet in a cold open field,
Along with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O.

The Sun is setting. The ancient mariner has arranged a special presentation for the campers tonight.. Everyone is to charge their glasses with a favourite beverage. (the half empty bottle of Black Bush in his hand) and toast down the sun... I have asked the Laird of the Isle Mbo to play a lament..shush now and listen as the last rays of the golden sun slip slowly into the horisons edge a peace descends on the island. A Highlander in full regalia marches slowly over the hill with his pipes playing a lovely lament. Which as the red sun dips will end as an echo as the night begins....Play Mbo Play...


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Sorcha
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:02 PM

She was doing WHAT with hot rocks? or is that HOTROCKS?


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: wysiwyg
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 07:49 PM

Weel, lads n lassies, 'twas said the bannocks had baked on hot rocks, and there would be yer baker, ar! Give credit where it's due, now! Settin' 'em to cook would be brave indeed but not as brave as....


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Subject: Lyr Add: I'M YOUR CAPTAIN (from Grand Funk Railroa
From: Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 07:44 PM

I assure you, there was nothing going on in them bushes except blackberry picking! Crowhugger (lad?/lass?) bring that big beautiful cello over here. I love cellos...And it would sound great on one o' my favorite songs:

Everybody, listen to me
And return me my ship
I'm your captain, I'm your captain
Though I'm feeling mighty sick
I've been lost now, days uncounted
And it's been months since I've seen home
Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Poor am I, all alone
If you return me to my home port
I will kiss you mother earth
Take me back now, take me back now
To the port of my birth

Am I in my cabin dreaming
Or are you really scheming
To take my ship away from me?
You better think about it
I just can't live without it
So please don't take my ship from me

I can feel the hand of a stranger
And it's tied me around my throat
Heaven help me, heaven help me
Take this stranger off my boat
I'm your captain, I'm your captain
Though I'm feeling mighty sick
Everybody, listen to me
And return me me ship
I'm your captain, yeah, yeah yeah

I'm getting closer to my home....


C'mon everyone! Sing along! "I'm getting closer to my home..."

--Mbo


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Sorcha
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 06:27 PM

'SCUSE ME? I kinda sorta thought I baked the bannocks, and I may not be exactly a Lady, but I checked this morning and I is still female. Now Mbo, he gathered them blackberries--what was he up to in them brambles? (This island's gettin a little crowded--there's over a hunnert of us here now, maybe we need a bigger island?


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: wysiwyg
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 06:21 PM

Crowhugger me mate, Your sock was last seen doing its duty to keep the lady sailor from bearing a bairn at sea, according to the old Mudcat lore tucked away safe amongst the threads of the ships' riggin'. She had no choice as no one left her any sliced lemons to use in the old fashioned way. We'd have saved her the trouble if she'd but told us her assignation was with the baker of the bannocks!

Ye'll be needin' a new sock then unless ye're a salty sort yersel'...

'Ar!


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Willie-O
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 04:36 PM

Christ on a tugboat, I spent half an hour writin an entry and it disappeared into the aether. In brief.

Guy shows up in his weatherbeaten kayak, straight from neighbouring Grand Manan Isle, stocked with rum and scotch to settle a debt, ginger ale for his own cheap thrills, and of course dulse. (Dark Harbour Purple) The booze is handed to Amos and MMario, the entrants in Willie-O's Song Challenge, and the dulse is offered to anyone who cares to enjoy this local delicacy!

W-O--looking for some chowder.


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: MMario
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 04:03 PM

Bert - I was reading the menu. But feel free to compose an ode to Shellfish if you desire.


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: MMario
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 04:00 PM

Troll, if those are yours, can we use them? especially that parting poem? huh? Huh? can I? Huh?


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 03:54 PM

Thanks for the Bouquet guys You get around to dancing with the ladies and you can count me in.. Just get me Rubber Boots on and I'll try not to cripple any tonight... Some dancing songs mates keep the spirit flowing


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 03:54 PM

Hohrrah, Sailor Bob! that gets it said in first-rate style, methinks.

Fer that the midshipmites can roll you up that spare quarter-cask of molasses in the hold. 'Cuz it isn't molasses but something much finer, which our fine host calls Napoleon's Blude. Dunno about bleeding Frogs but it's first rate dark, and I would be proud to offer as much as you'd like. Fine music,and thanks.


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Crowhugger
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 03:54 PM

Has anyone seen my woolen sock? I had it off down at the shore to dust the rosin off my cello and give my toes a salty tickle.


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Bert
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 03:47 PM

Now Mmario, You can't just give us the first line of a song. You've got to finish it.

There's lobsters and mussels and quahogs and crabs...


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Subject: Lyr Add: BEACH COTTAGE WALTZ (Bob Clayton)
From: Songster Bob
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 03:45 PM

Up from the beach comes an older man, guitar in a shoulder bag, puffing from the rowing he's had to do (tide's out and he rowed the length of the causeway, cursing all the way). After getting his bearings and a belt or two, he opens the guitar case and invites the fiddlers to join him (Key of D, 3/4 time, and watch the modal change in that repeating line at the end of each stanza -- that penultimate line).

BEACH COTTAGE WALTZ

Hush, hush, don't you hear it,
The soothing surf sound of the sea?
Down by the beach in the moonlight
Is the place that I'd rather be, be,
Is the place that I'd rather be.

Chorus:

And still, it's a wonderful place to be,
In that little house by the edge of the sea.
The sea and the sand, the breeze and the foam,
'Round my little beach cottage home, home,
'Round my little beach cottage home.


Old, old is the water,
Endlessly moving, the tide.
The bright moon hangs high like a painting,
As the earth takes us all for a ride, ride,
As the earth takes us all for a ride.

Chorus:

The sun and the sand in the summer,
The flight of the goose in the fall,
The drear, icy wind in the winter
Are the signs of time's endless call, call,
Are the signs of time's endless call.

Chorus:

So, hush, hush, don't you hear it,
The soothing surf sound of the sea?
The ocean goes rolling forever
Without taking notice of me, me,
Without taking notice of me.

Chorus:


After the song dies down, he asks, "That fresh bread done yet? And where's more rum?" For the few who don't know him, or who wonder who wrote the song, he says, "Bob Clayton."

Then he settles back with his guitar, to accompany as many of the other songs as he can follow, occasionally resorting to harmonica or banjo (the case was at least a double-case; maybe the mandolin's in there, too).


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 03:29 PM

I second that! DaveTAM, this is the best thread since the Tavern! Maybe even the Jukebox! Thanks, mate.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Peg
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 03:27 PM

troll; are all those songs/poems yours? or are some traditional? it is hard to tell...but i do want to say how much i have been enjoying them!

peg (lifts her goblet in tribute and drinks to one of many fine artists here)


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Troll
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 03:23 PM

Thankee MM.

Dave, thankee for the thread. I haven't been this inspired to write in a long long time. Maybe the drought is finally over.

troll


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Troll
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 03:21 PM

Thankee MM.

troll


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 03:21 PM

Double awwwww... but I thought it was still the forenoon watch. See what happens when the quartermasters go over the side? Y'lose all sense of order! (g>.
Is breakfast over and the lobster lunch? If so we still have a long sunny afternoon to wander on the shore, admiring the waves. Who knows but event he Gaelic Goddess herself might drop by for a draft of this nectar!
A


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: MMario
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 03:14 PM

AWWWW......*wipes tear from his eye*

not that I want the day to be ending, but that was beautiful....


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Troll
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 02:59 PM

'Tis now we remember, when revelry's o'er
The songs and the tunes that we've played by the score
The day that is ending, 'twill come back no more
As the first star of evening is twinkling.

As we sit by the fire with glasses in hand
We think of the friends and the fellowship grand
Of the time we have spent where the sea meets the land,
And the ocean goes rolling forever.

The night is swift falling. Our moment is passed.
Each lass to her lad and each lad to his lass
And we'll pray that this parting will not be the last
For we'll meet in our dreams here forever.

troll


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Subject: Lyr Add: MY JOHNNY WAS A SHOEMAKER
From: Peg
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 02:51 PM

The auburn lassie nods to the captain (grounded indefinitely with his crew but seemingly no worse for it)...a lovely song, Amos...and pats her stomach full of fine fare and wonders if she can manage a song...oh my, did someone say chocolate? Maybe later! It goes nicely with cognac after dark...

My Johnny was a shoemaker and dearly he loved me,
My Johnny was a shoemaker but now he's gone to sea,
With pitch and tar to soil his hands,
And sail across the briny sea,
My Johnny was a shoemaker and dearly he loved me...

His jacket was deep sky blue and curly was his hair,
His jacket was deep sky blue and curly was his hair,
For to reeve the sails up across the mast,
And sail across the stormy sea,
My Johnny was a shoemaker and dearly he loved me...

One day he'll be a captain bold with a brave and a gallant crew,
One day he'll be a captain bold with a sword and spyglass, too,
And when he gets a ship of his own,
He'll come home and marry me,
My Johnny was a shoemaker and dearly he loved me...

(The auburn lassie finishes the song and returns to a silver goblet of Riesling...still cold! toasts her friends and retires to a tuft of sea grass, tilting her face to the afternoon sun)


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Sorcha
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 02:32 PM

OH MY GOD! I'M STUFFED! All the lobster I can eat! And thank'ee kindly for the bannock praise. I'll whip up some Chocolate Pudding Cake for dessert.


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE MAID OF MOURNE SHORE
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 02:21 PM

And I had a girl called Mary Doyle
And she lived in Greenore,
And the foremost thought in my mind
Was to keep me safe onshore...

(Drops poor abused banjo on a stone to wait while he guzzles Resiling and cracks a claw)...(Resumes)...

Last night I went to see my love, to hear what she would say;
Thinking she would pity me lest I should go away.
She said: 'I love a sailor; he's the lad that I adore;
And seven years I'll wait on him; so trouble me no more.'

'Perhaps your sailor may be lost when crossing o'er the main,
Or otherwise has fixed his mind upon some comely dame.'
'Well, if the sea proves false to me, no other I'll enjoy;
For ever since I saw his face I loved my sailor boy.'

Farewell now to Lord Edmund's groves, likewise the Bleaching Green,
Where the linen webs lie clean and white, pure flows the crystal stream
Where many's the happy day I spent; but, now, alas! they're o'er,
Since the lass I loved has banished me, far, far from Mourne Shore.

Our ship she lies off Warren's Point, just ready to set sail,
May all Goodness now protect her with a sweet and pleasant gale,
Had I ten thousand pounds in gold, or had I ten times more,
I would freely share with the girl I love - the Maid of Mourne Shore.

Here's lookin' atcha, Peg lass!

A


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Peg
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 02:07 PM

sorry, Mbo, I have been singing it this way forever...I don't quite understand your lyric changes other than the gender-based one...?? someone once told me this song was originally written for a female persona; makes sense since it was far more common for a woman to be left behind by a man who went to sea, than the other way around...

peg trying to think of other songs that have women pining formen gone to sea...


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: MMario
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 02:06 PM

Anyone remember the version of blackbird that was posted here?

I wanna do that version someday....


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: GUEST,Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 01:55 PM

Peg, no NO NO! This should be--I am a young sailor....but let them deprive me--ket them do what they will--while there's breath in my body she's the one I love still." Sorry--this song really means a lot to me right now...

--Mbo (just ignore Mr.Grumpus..)


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 01:54 PM

(Breathless with admiration)

That's a fair song, and well sung...and the tides coming up, and the feast is delicious. I think I'll stay here a week.

Secure for harbor, boyos -- I think we've found a homeport worth tying up to for a while.

A


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Subject: Lyr Add: IF I WERE A BLACKBIRD
From: Peg
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 01:47 PM

Mario; an excellent feast! We'll be sure to leave some for the wood gatherers...
no mollusks for me, thanks, but I'll have that lobster tail that's just gone red...and some corn...and a potato! thanks!
and some pale golden wine chilled to perfection...ahhh...

(sings a brief ballad before eating)

I am a young maiden, my story is sad
Though I was once loved by a fine sailing lad
He called me his lassie by night and by day
But now he has left me and sailed far away...

If I were a blackbird, could whistle and sing
I'd follow the vessel my true love sails in
And in the top riggin' I'd there build my nest
And I'd flutter my wings o'er his lily white breast...

He promised to take me to Donnybrook Fair
And buy me red ribbons for to bind up my hair
And when he'd return from the ocean so wide
He'd take me and make me his own bonny bride...

If I were a blackbird etc.

My parents they slight me and will not agree
That I and my sailor boy married should be
But let them deprive me, let them do what they will
While there's breath in my body, he's the one I love still...

If I were a blackbird...


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 01:39 PM

God and Mary, what a crew. Ihave never had so much fun or been so well stewed and fed in all my born days. Ye're a fair clutch of keepers, the lot of you!

A


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: GUEST,Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 01:30 PM

Mario, I'm known for hauling hundred-pound logs around...I think I can handle some firewood! I'll be back!

--Mbo


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: MMario
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 01:03 PM

I'm sorry - did you want the oysters steamed? I did them up on the half shell. There's lobsters and mussels and quahogs and crabs, steamers and corn and 'taters and onions and sausage in the pit. Scallop chowder is setting over coals, simmerin' down a bit so will be good and thick. A whelk salad is in that bowl over THERE, and periwinkle broth in that pot THERE.


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 12:58 PM

Now the lobsters would do well in a galvanized drum full of saltwater, laced with freshplucked seaweed, andbrought to a boil...mind they don't crawl out, there! Ahh, cold Reisling and a fat lobster claw. Who could ask for more?

(Sings, cheerily, waving his wineglass over the granite shore):

Hey ho! Roll and go!
Round Cape Horn to San Francisco
Shantyman sing, boys, pull on the line
And we're back in record time.

At Bath down in Maine they built many tall ships
They were faired up and planked then launched down the slips
The strength of our nation was built on the pine
Of the mast-trees that harnessed the wind.

(Plunks himself down, winded, on a handy boulder and stares out at the rippling tide and the freshening Atlantic breeze...)


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Peg
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 12:48 PM

well, then, good sir, now that's settled... do I hear some strapping able-bodied lads volunteering to gather more firewood? You, there, with the purple lips! Can ye gather driftwood as well as ye can pluck berries for bannocks?

have we lobsters enough for all? corn on the cob? potatoes? oysters?(remember, all of nature's bounty is always in season at the Mudcat!)

Praising the modern world for its plethora of choices in drink, let's get a few bottles of Reisling to put on ice...and plenty of stout...and a nice single malt scotch for later on... glasses? naw, we can pass the bottle just fine...we'll need to wet our lips plenty for all the singing to come!


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 12:02 PM

Strike that Peter, quart'master. Seems a lady like a dove has commandeered our tides, and bid us tarry for the festivities tonight! And would n't you know it! -- her name really is...ah, never mind, you wouldn't believe me...but she dances like a dove.

Hope I don't get in trouble for going around telling sailors to strike that Peter...butit seemed like a good idea at the time...


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: wysiwyg
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 12:01 PM

The deck crew desert their duty and swim ashore, seeing all the others have left ship for a rollicking good time. Several of them have just completed their arduous training and this is their first duty assignment. Since the women are now allowed to enlist, there is a lone female sailor in the pack. She's tired of weariung standard issue and the boyos are tired of looking at it. Off they go to Frederick's of Hollywood. "You model," say the boys after a quick consultation; "We'll plunder."

"You're on," says she, always ready for a good time with her mates. Those standard issue brassieres not only pinch, they itch.

Several hours later they return to port, heavy laden with much booty. One booty in particular is all tricked out and it ain't a mains'l. She's smiling, humming, "The Last of Barrett's Private Leers." The boys seek beer to replace the fluids lost.

F'Rollickers on the shore are enjoying confections baked on hot rocks.

The owner of the hot rocks is protesting, but feebly, as fresh blackberry bannocks are laid on to warm....

(My husband brought this story back from his trip to see our 2 Navy boys, who report that a trip to Frederick's was indeed done pretty much as described. Let's hear it for our brave and hearty girls in... uniform?)


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