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Mudcat Island Folk Festival

Amos 14 Feb 00 - 05:54 PM
Mbo 14 Feb 00 - 05:47 PM
JedMarum 14 Feb 00 - 05:22 PM
Peg 14 Feb 00 - 04:53 PM
Dave (the ancient mariner) 14 Feb 00 - 04:39 PM
Amos 14 Feb 00 - 04:26 PM
Mbo 14 Feb 00 - 04:18 PM
Amos 14 Feb 00 - 04:10 PM
Dave (the ancient mariner) 14 Feb 00 - 04:04 PM
Amos 14 Feb 00 - 03:42 PM
Dave (the ancient mariner) 14 Feb 00 - 03:36 PM
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 05:54 PM

Nicely written, Mbo. A balanced verse, euphonic, sweet. Put a tune on, and record it -- it definitely should go in the Mudcat Songbook.

Now, it's time for you to start thinking about Leprechauns and yellow-half-moon shaped cereals!

A


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Subject: Lyr Add: SAIL AWAY SWEET SISTER (from Queen)
From: Mbo
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 05:47 PM

Strum...strum...let's play the game...

Hey little babe you're changing
Babe are you feeling sore?
It ain't no use in pretending
You don't wanna play no more
It's plain that you ain't no baby
What would your mother say?
You're all dressed up like a lady
How come you behave this way?

Sail away sweet sister
Sail across the sea
Maybe you'll find somebody
To love you half as much as me
My heart is always with you
No matter what you do
Sail away sweet sister
I'll always be in love with you

Forgive me for what I told you
My heart makes a fool of me
You know that I'll never hold you
I know that you gotta be free

Sail away sweet sister
Sail across the sea
Maybe you'll find somebody
To love you half as much as me
Take it the way you want it
But when they let you down my friend
Sail away sweet sister
Back to my arms again

Hot child don't you know you're young
You got your whole life ahead of you?
And you can throw it away too soon
Way too soon

Sail away sweet sister
Sail across the sea
Maybe you'll find somebody
Who loves you half as much as me
My heart is always with you
No matter what you do
Sail away sweet sister
I'll always be in love with you


--Mbo


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: JedMarum
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 05:22 PM

Standing on the southeast corner of the island, just as the tide is coming in, another Mudcatter faces the late morning sun. Tall in his all weather coat, hood pulled over his head, long moments pass before he finally walks up to the lightkeeper's house.

Once inside, he greets his host and other guests, and remembers a song his father used to sing - it plays through his head as the ancient mariner leads him to his room:

Near Saint John's town
the wind blows cold
on winter eve'nings
so I'm told
And tears the heart
Where spirits rest
And tears the heart
From my lover's breast

I met her there at the Loyalist's fairground
Her summer kiss, and heart aglow
My Annie's love lit the fire of hope for
This St John lad and his Grand Bay jo

The summer passed
And November tarried
Now the ice forms massed
And the cold wind carried
We fought our way
To bring our ship home
Near the Bay of Fundy
Slipped beneath the foam

But I see her face at the Loyalist's fairground
Her summer kiss, and heart aglow
My Annie's love lit the fire of hope for
This St John lad and his Grand Bay jo


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Peg
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 04:53 PM

Och, the songs 'o Rabbie Burns! They do melt a lassie's heart, so they do... (see the long-haired lassie, wiping away a happy tear as she sits near a tuft of salty grass, silver-blue seabreezes blowing the auburn strands about, bare toes dipped in pearly-white sand, legs wrapped in wave-dampened skirts of green and rose, the air is brisk but not cold here, alive with the smell of salt and storm, of silent sunrise forever pale orange, of kelp and kelpies, alive with the roaring music of the waves and the muted rhythms of the land, and somewhere not far distant the fragrance of loam and trees and fiery mountains...the lassie sits and listens and watches and waits for a song to come to her...)


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Subject: Lyr Add: ROSE OF BRITAIN'S ISLE
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 04:39 PM

Aye Amos the lad needs to be at sea for a few months on a trip to tropical islands. After a few months, he'll find Cleigh attractive; that's when we'll send him ashore to find the cure.... Now A song about true love for you mates...

ROSE OF BRITAIN'S ISLE

Both high and low attention give
And quickly you shall hear
It's of a maiden fair and gay
Who lived in Lincolnshire
Her cheeks like blooming roses red
On a face appeared a smile
This fair one's name was lovely Jane
The rose of Britain's Isle

She was a farmer's daughter
His pride and only joy
And when eighteen she fell in love
With her father's apprentice boy
Young Edmond lived contented
Jane did his heart beguile
By all above, he cried, I love
The rose of Britain's Isle

Oh when her father came to know
This couple a courting were
He in an angry passion flew
How dreadful he did swear
Saying, If you bring disgrace on me
I'll send you many a mile
With great disdain you'll cross the main
From the rose of Britain's Isle

Young Edmond on board a ship was sent
To sail across the main
While Jane at home did weep and mourn
Her bosom swelled with pain
She dressed herself in sailor's clothes
And in a little while
On board of the ship with Edmond went
The rose of Britain's Isle

They had not been many days at sea
When a storm it did arise
And when young Edmond went aloft
Jane wept with tearful eyes
'Twas little did young Edmond know
That Jane did on him smile
Or by his side did stand his bride
The rose of Britain's Isle

It was when they came near the coast of Spain
The enemy gave the alarm
And by a ball, young Jane did fall
Which shattered her left arm
The seamen ran to lend their aid
While Jane in agony smiled
The surgeon beheld some maid
'Tis the rose of Britain's Isle

Young Edmond he was sore surprised
And troubled with much pain
And when young Jane recovered
They were both sent home again
And the people were with wonder struck
And the villagers did smile
Saying, you're welcome back, young Edmond
And the rose of Britain's Isle

Her father being dead and gone
Most joyful to relate
And all his gold, he willed to Jane
Likewise a large estate
And they were married while the bells did ring
And the villagers did smile
Long and happy may young Edmond reign
With the rose of Britain's Isle


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 04:26 PM

Ach, Mbo, plus ca change...

Y'know Dave might have a slot for an assistant lighthouse keeper out here. The sea is a constant companion, if you respect her ways, and always fond of anyone who is truly ready for her. Good lessons to learn, and visions of beauty as will carry ye through yer whole life long.

Ye could do worse. 'Course ye might have to grow yer hair a bitlonger (:>)) )

A


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Subject: Lyr Add: SWEET TALKIN' WOMAN
From: Mbo
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 04:18 PM

Pump this one up, me boy-os!

I was searching on a one-way street
I was hoping for a chance to meet
I was waiting for the operator on the line
She's gone so long! What can I do?
Where could she be?
Don't know what I'm gonna do
I gotta get back to you.

Slow down, sweet talking woman
You got me running
You got me searching
Hold on, sweet talking lover
It's so sad if that's the way it's over
Sweet talking woman.

I was walking, many days go by
I was thinking, about the lonely nights
Communication breakdown all around
She's gone so long! What can I do?
Where could she be now?
Don't know what I'm gonna do
I gotta get back to you.

I've been living on a dead-end street
I've been asking everybody I meet
Insufficient data coming through
She's gone so long! What can I do?
Where could she be?
Don't know what I'm gonna do
I gotta get back to you.


--Mbo


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 04:10 PM

That's all we were waiting for, mate! I think the possum will stand the in-port watch. Rest 'a youse lot is on libs. Anyone who gets too drunk to make it back on board sleeps ashore and we cast off wi' ye or not! Cletus has his Blue Peter handy, so keep a weather eye out for it!

The gangplank trembles and thunders as scores of happy Catters carrying instruments swarm ashore, leaving a small possum patrolling the quarterdeck with a gimlet eye and his tailbone whistling in the light quartering breeze.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 04:04 PM

Ahhh Nelsons Blood The cure! Lovely Rum Capn Amos thank ye kindly... I have a barrel of Napoleons blood fresh from Saint Pierre Miquelon in my shack I'm breaking her out tonight fer "All Hands" Join in the singing and bring all yer mates ashore for a night....Yours,Aye. Dave


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 03:42 PM

Davie lad, so sweetly sung!

Come, up the gangway wi' ye and share a tot of dark brown rum in the aft cabin, to calm thy hurt!

A


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Subject: Lyr Add: MY LOVE IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSE (Burns)
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 03:36 PM

If someone will play I shall sing out My love is like a Red Red Rose, just for all you ladies on this day dedicated to love. (ancient mariner puts his spyglass down and wipes a tear from his eye)Softly sings....

MY LOVE IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSE.
Robert Burns

O, my luve’s like a red, red rose,
  That’s newly sprung in June:
O, my luve’s like the melodie
  That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
  So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
  ’Till a’ the seas gang dry.

’Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
  And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
  While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
  And fare thee weel a-while!
And I will come again my luve,
  Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

Ahhh Burns laddie you know how to speak to the heart of the matter. Yours, (wishin she was here) Aye. Dave


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Willie-O
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 03:36 PM

(a muttering is heard from indeterminate source in the growing throng of bearded instrument-wielders)...

"methinks a certain rusty-haired damsel has more'n music on her agile mind....
"
indeed that puts me in mind of a song...

"You can see them all, the lads o' the fair
Lads o' the Forth and the Callan water
Workin lads and lads wi' gear
Lads would sell you the prefect's daughter
Soldiers back from the German wars
Peddlers over the border...
And Lassies wi' an eye for more than the kye
At the trystin' fair at Mudcat...

Tap another keg, Dave, I think the fun is just startin'


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: katlaughing
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 03:32 PM

(Well, I'll be blowed (by the wind, only, me boy-o's!)When did you slip that one by me? And, did ya honestly think THIS figurehead would keep silent?**BG** T'anks!)


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 03:25 PM

Wow! A talking figurehead! That is waaaaay cool!

I believe the expression comes from the custom of using midshipmites to pipe (by playing tunes on the bos'n' whistle) high officers on and off ships of the British navy.

Sailor Dave would have the definitive word on that.

(If you want a reference to the talking figurehead, see the full lyrics to the Mudcat Schooner song in the Songbook.)

A


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: katlaughing
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 03:19 PM

(whispered aside) Sideboys?? Is that something like a made-to-order extramarital affair partner?

Bored Wife: "Scuse me, I'd like to know what you have in Sideboys this week."

Clerk: "Why, yes, Ma'am, step right this way, up the gangplank, as you can see by their piping, they have plenty of staying power. Now, will that be cash or charge?"

(Sorry, DaveTAM, I couldn't pass that one up. Something about a sailor-man. Ah...)


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 03:13 PM

To seaward, white sails glinting in the setting sunlight, a long beautiful wooden schooner can be seen running down before the wind, her bearing fixed on the quay on the deepwater side of Mudcat Island. As she bears close you can see her name in gold on the bows in bright gilt letters -- The Mudcat Schooner -- and make out the figure of Joe high in the cross trees keeping a sharp eye on the channel in.

At the last minute, almost too late, in an ineffable swoop of dauntless grace, the helm is turned down, the sheets are run out, and she spins on her heels nestling perfectly to the dockside in a clatter of lowering canvas and heaving lines. From the deck a score of 'Catters crowd to the rails, mandolins, banjos and Dreadnoughts blazing with perfect accord, their voices raised in a stirring sailor's tune:

"Away! The Mudcat!
The Mudcat Schooner, o!
That Mudcat takes you anywhere
That you would want to go!

Hands break out hosepipes and secure the canvas and lines, and a graceful scrolled and hand-carved wooden gangplank, gaily decked with snow-white canvas panels and monkeyfisted rope rails, is lowered away to the quay. Three sideboys leap to the quarterdeck and set their bos'n pipes screeling in unison as Joe and Max are piped ashore to join the merry-making.


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: katlaughing
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 03:09 PM

After washing up and freshening her tresses, a calico kat sits over in the corner by the window, a shaft of soft sunlight shining on her faded redhair. She closes her eyes in contentment, listening, and some swear they could hear a soft purr come from her way. Her heart is full this day with good friends, music, and the peacefullness found only in such blessed places as the Ancient Mariner's Island. When a kat finds a place this comfy, she may just wind up staying for a long, long time.:-)


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE ROSEVILLE FAIR (Bill Staines)
From: wysiwyg
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 03:01 PM

A lovely lady whose accumulated life radiates from her strolls up, bearing an Autoharp case and tunbebinder. She grins in greeting as she sees the fellas lolling about waiting for her, and says, "Now my husband is parking the pop-up and he'll be along shortly, but it's Valentine's Day and I'd like us to be singing Roseville Fair when he arrives. Do you know it?"

The assembled company quickly helps her get set up; there's a short delay while a table of appropriate height is found for the autoharp. She settles herself comfortably and pulls the first chords down strongly from the strings, and begins to sing a reminder of love starting and love enduring.

THE ROSEVILLE FAIR
(Bill Staines)

Oh, the night was clear, and the stars were shining
And the moon came up so quiet in the sky.
And the people gathered 'round and the band was a-tuning.
I can hear them now playing "Coming through the Rye."

And we danced all night to the fiddle and the banjo.
Their drifting tunes seemed to fill the air.
So long ago, but I still remember
When we fell in love at the Roseville Fair.

Her husband has heard the tune floating to the camping area and has come, fiddle in hand. He's smiling that sweet private smile she doesn't see often enough, and he joins in.

You were dressed in blue, and you looked so lovely,
Just a gentle flower of a small town girl.
You took my hand, and we stepped to the music.
And with a single smile, you became my world.

We courted well, and we courted dearly,
And we'd rock for hours in the front porch chair
Then a year went by from the time that I met you
And I made you mine at the Roseville Fair

So here's a song for all of the lovers,
And here's a tune that they can share
May they dance all night to the fiddle and the banjo
The way we did at the Roseville Fair.

The assembled company harmonizes the piece so well that it's awhile before they can let go of the song....

But look-- here come others to lend a tune and a laugh...


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 02:44 PM

Ah nice song mate.. Come and grab a bowl of soup and some fresh bread.. Now I've got to put some coal on the fire, and get some beer up from below.. Help yerself to whatever takes yer fancy; and if ye want theres a room fer ye upstairs. Now here's a razor and towel freshen up for there's some beautifull ladies comming to this festival and you want to look yer best mate..


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Subject: Lyr Add: BLACKBERRY WAY (Roy Wood)
From: Mbo
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 02:37 PM

Up the road walks a rather bedraggled character--he has a raincoat on, but even with the hood that is pulled over his head, one can observe his short auburn hair and the twinkle of his spectacles. It is also evident that he has not used a razor in some time. In one hand, he carries a guitar, and in the other he grips a sack of filled with music and memories. He walks into the innkeeper's house and sets down his fardels. He gently removes his guitar from the soft case that had accompanied him through years of traveling. He pulls up a stool and starts to strum...

Blackberry Way absolutely pouring down with rain,
It's a terrible day.
Up with the lark, silly girl I don't know what to say,
She was running away.

But now I'm standing on the corner,
Lost in the things that I said.
What am I supposed to do now?
Goodbye Blackberry Way

I can't see you, I don't need you.
Goodbye Blackberry Way
Sure to want me back another day.

Flowers in the park overgrowing but the trees are bare
There's a memory there.
Boats on the lake, unattended now for all to drown
I'm incredibly down.
Just like myself they are neglected,
Turn with my eyes to the wall
What am I supposed to do now?

Goodbye Blackberry Way
I can't see you, I don't need you.
Goodbye Blackberry Way
Sure to want me back another day.
Run for the train, look behind you for she may be there said a thing in the air
Blackberry Way, See the battlefield of careless sins cast to the winds
So full of emptiness without her,
Lost in the words that I said.
What am I supposed to do now?

Goodbye Blackberry Way
I can't see you, I don't need you.
Goodbye Blackberry Way
Sure to want me back another day.
Goodbye Blackberry Way
I can't see you, I don't need you.
Goodbye Blackberry Way
Sure to want me back another day.


--Mbo


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Subject: Lyr Add: PEBBLES IN THE SAND (Melanie Safka)
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 14 Feb 00 - 02:00 PM

An ancient mariner longing for the good old days invites a group of friends over to Mudcat Island for a few days of fun and music. Mudcat Island is on the East Coast near the border with The USA. It is a large island with a small safe harbour with room for several vessels. At low tide it is possible to drive campers onto the island via a short causeway. Since the down turn in the local fishery only the ancient mariner lives in the lighthouse keepers house; and a few biologists and meteorologists occasionally visit the Island. The lightkeepers house is quite large; and the old Lifeboat station attached has been converted into a sound stage with lighting. The old lighthouse has been replaced by a solar powered modern light. The ancient mariner is spending his retirement on the island; and has opened up all the spare rooms; and the assistant lighthouse keepers house for his friends to stay. Or if they camp or come by boat, provides refreshments and facilities for everyone... The stage is open refreshments are waiting; and a lovely lady he fell in love with years ago steps up on stage guitar in hand, and sings a gentle song for him......

PEBBLES IN THE SAND
Melanie Safka

Isnt it grand
I picked up a pebble on the sand
It knows my hand
I taught the sea my song
And it sings it for me when I am gone

Seasons of rain
I bring my little river thus he knows my pain
I gave the sea my tears
And they'll cry for you when I am not here

Under the sun
All pebbles on the sand know why I've come
The sea knows what I've done
And it missed the sea toys that I took home
And its gonna miss me when I am gone
And its gonna miss you cause we are one

Isn't it grand
I picked up a pebble on the sand
It knows my hand
I taught the sea my song
And it sings it for me when I am gone
And its gonna miss me when I am gone


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