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Mudcat Island Folk Festival

Callie 15 Feb 00 - 08:21 AM
Mbo 15 Feb 00 - 08:31 AM
Troll 15 Feb 00 - 08:36 AM
Mbo 15 Feb 00 - 08:47 AM
Amos 15 Feb 00 - 08:50 AM
kendall 15 Feb 00 - 08:54 AM
kendall 15 Feb 00 - 09:01 AM
GUEST,Roger the skiffler 15 Feb 00 - 09:10 AM
Peg 15 Feb 00 - 10:32 AM
Troll 15 Feb 00 - 10:39 AM
Amos 15 Feb 00 - 10:45 AM
MMario 15 Feb 00 - 10:46 AM
GUEST,Mbo 15 Feb 00 - 10:50 AM
Sorcha 15 Feb 00 - 10:51 AM
GUEST,Dave (the ancient mariner) 15 Feb 00 - 10:53 AM
Amos 15 Feb 00 - 10:59 AM
GUEST,Mbo 15 Feb 00 - 11:04 AM
Troll 15 Feb 00 - 11:09 AM
Bert 15 Feb 00 - 11:15 AM
Peg 15 Feb 00 - 11:22 AM
GUEST,Roger the skiffler 15 Feb 00 - 11:41 AM
wysiwyg 15 Feb 00 - 12:01 PM
Amos 15 Feb 00 - 12:02 PM
Peg 15 Feb 00 - 12:48 PM
Amos 15 Feb 00 - 12:58 PM
MMario 15 Feb 00 - 01:03 PM
GUEST,Mbo 15 Feb 00 - 01:30 PM
Amos 15 Feb 00 - 01:39 PM
Peg 15 Feb 00 - 01:47 PM
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Callie
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:21 AM

What record is that on? I've always kept that in the hard-disk in my brain and thought I should look for it some day. Thanks for the lyrics! Callie (ps: I can't help but having noticed your adoration of Jeff Lynne. We had to write a story in high school about "who would you most like to have dinner with and why" and I wrote about an imaginary dinner with JL, where I asked him all sorts of musical questions and about recording techniques. The teacher wrote "who's Jeff Lynne?" on my story, and my classmates thought I had made him up. It was the mid-eighties and he wasn't exactly top 40 at the time)


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:31 AM

WHOA! "Can't Get It Out Of My Head" is track two on The Electric Light Orchestra's gorgeous concept album, Eldorado. WOW...a dinner with The Lynnemeister himself! For my Computer Based Art class, I'm making a biographical digital collage--Jeff Lynne is sitting on a chair in the same room as me and Tolkien & my cat. The room also has the ELO Wurlitzer Logo, and text from some of their songs, including the soliliquy from "The Eldorado Overture." from the same album as above. If you EVER need any help with ELO, I'm the man to ask! You check out their lyrics at Spaceport ELO. and a superb collection of midis of almost all their songs at The Official ELO Fan Site. Aaah..mid-eighties, that would have been the albums Balance of Power and Secret Messages (on which my collage is based) Have fun, and let the starlight shine down on you!

--Mbo


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Troll
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:36 AM

Ineed no rum to warm my heart

No poem or song to stir my passion

For she who holds my heart in thrall

as earth I wander, under sky

She wanders with me, ever young

as on the day when first we met

the vision shines within my soul

and drunk with love am I.

troll


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Subject: Lyr Add: WINONA
From: Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:47 AM

I tried to call you but the line was busy
Were you talking to a friend
And when I tried again much later
I didn't want to let it ring again

So you can see I've got a problem
Back by popular demand
Sometimes I want to keep it from you
Sometimes I think you'll understand

Could you be my little movie star?
Could you be my long lost girl?
Is it true that I don't really know you?
That I'm alone in the world

When I think maybe I need you
I don't care if it's not true
'Cause it isn't so much what I need now
As what I want from you

Could you be my little movie star?
Could you be my long lost girl?
Is it true that I don't really know you?
That I'm alone in the world

I feel alone...
I feel alone...


--Mbo


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:50 AM

Way Up, Annie, My Dear Annie!
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka!

When I awoke next mornig,
Nothing could I see
But a lady's dress and apron,
Which now belonged to me!

So dressed in a lady's apron,
I wandered all forlorn,
'Til Nathan Goodman took me in,
And he sent me 'round Cape Horn!

To me way up, Annie!
My dear Annie!
Oh, you New York girls,
Can't ye dance the pooooolkaaa!!!

Cafe Royale, Mister Cook, for all hands!

The mess is on shore this morning, compliments of The Ancient One. Did Cleigh leave the Blue Peter in the chart room? Pass the word to clip iton to the foretruck halyard there, ready to fly. We'll need it soon enough.

Ohh, you New York girls....


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE OLD BROWNS HEAD LIGHT
From: kendall
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:54 AM

And along comes an old salt with a song you may not know. It's a tribute to the old lighthouse keepers of the past.

THE OLD BROWNS HEAD LIGHT
(John McCutcheon)

He sat at the table his eyes rimmed in red
Saying, "Lucy, come see what the papers have said:
We knew it was coming but, it still don't seem right.
They are closing the old Browns Head Light.

"And what about Charlie? Now what will he do
When computers perform the one job that he knew?
It's back to the big ships that forage the sound
With his wife and his kids in some new place in town.

CHORUS: "And it's many a lost soul he's seen safely home,
And many a loved one he's brought to their own.
A voice in the darkness, a star in the night,
With a wish for good luck from that old Browns Head Light.

"It was Boone Island, Saddleback, Egg Rock, Dice Head.
Every year one more's wired or left there for dead.
And it's one more old-timer washed up on the shore,
As they hand him a gold watch, and show him the door. CHORUS

"They call me old-fashioned. Guess maybe it's true,
'Cause I ain't learned to change quick as other folks do,
But, it's the same thing all over, and the thing I fear most
Is that Lucy, you know, we're the next light up coast.

CHORUS: "And, it's many a lost soul I've seen safely home,
And many a loved one I've brought to their own.
I'm a voice in the darkness, a star in the night.
I'm a wish for good luck from my home in the light."

He sat at the table, his eyes rimmed in red,
Saying, "Lucy, come see what the papers have said:
It's hard to believe, but it's in black and white.
They're closing the old Browns Head Light."


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: kendall
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 09:01 AM

I've sailed by this light many times in years gone by. As a matter of fact, I attended a party at Portland Head Light with the last live keeper of that ancient beacon. They may be more efficient now, but, there is damn little romance in a big battery pack. "Wrap me up in me tarpaulin jacket, and say a poor duffers laid low, get six salty seamen to carry me with steps mournful solumn and slow...""


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: GUEST,Roger the skiffler
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 09:10 AM

The skiffler leaps ashore from a kaiki (or was he pushed?). Shaking the drops of water from his trusty kazoo [don't start, 'Spaw!] he launches into: "Island Woman" only to be divebombed by angry seagulls with perfect pitch.
RtS


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Peg
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:32 AM

...the auburn haired lassie wanders back onto the beach after a night spent sleeping beneath pine boughs in a nearby wood. She rubs her eyes because she can't believe what she sees: Mudcatters, bedraggled, looking like they have not slept, still singing! Still playing! Still drinking! She sets about making them some coffee, heating water in a can over the driftwood fire...good thing Dave and Amos remembered some basic supplies...and Sorcha is attempting to make some sort of bread cooked on hot rocks...while Mbo is returning from a brief blackberry-picking expedition, his legs scratched by brambles and his lips slightly tinged with purple... ah! here it is: dark-roasted beans brewed extra strong, with chicory and hot milk...N'awlins style coffee on a Northeast beach! is there anything more decadent? Hey, can we get some beignets here? with blackberry jam? breakfast and song and salt sea air...ahhh.....


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Troll
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:39 AM

Hard tack, salt horse and coffee to soak it soft; a bit of music and a soft rock to lean on.A lisome lass and a following breeze. Heaven be hanged! I'm stayin' here.

troll


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Subject: Lyr Add: FAREWELL TO CARLINGFORD
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:45 AM

Hungover crew members are breaking out holystones, Brasso, and deck brooms, scrubbing and polishing until every nook of the schooner Mudcat gleams in the rising sun.

The gangway watchman grabs the lanyard of the large brass bell and rings it eight times, looking around for his relief, and picks up a banjo left by a late night libertyman at the quartdeck, and plucks it thoughtfully.

"On all of the stormy seven seas
I have sailed before the mast,
And in every port I ever made,
I swore 't would be my last!

A landsman's life is all his own,
He can go or he can stay,
But when the sea gets in your blood,
When she calls, you must obey...

So I'll sing farewell to Carlingford
And farewell to Greenore
And I'll think of you both day and night
Until I return once more, until I return once more

The relief appears to stand duty at the gangway head, and the watchman crosses to the waist where the topmast halyards are secured, a blue flag, furled and neatly tied. He undoes the stops and hauls away, raising the Blue Peter to the topmast, where the morning breeze sends it fluttering and calling, high above the schooner's gleaming deck, warning all hands that they must soon return to the sea. The watchman, relieved, goes forrard and retires below...


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: MMario
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:46 AM

yegads! who sent poor Mbo off blackberry picking THIS time of year? No wonder his lips are purple, he's half froze! (Don't mind me folks, it took me ten minutes this morning to chisel my way into my car through the ice.)

I'm just gonna pour me a cup of that coffee, sit back, enjoy the fire and the music. But 'round about lunch time, I've got a fire pit down the beach that's steaming up a lobster and clam bake.


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Subject: Lyr Add: MOMMA (from ELO)
From: GUEST,Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:50 AM

She came up from the county with a smile for everyone
She left her blue horizon just to find another home
A lonely girl who'd travelled many days
A lonely heart that could not find a way.

And she said, Momma
It's a hard life now you're gone
Momma, it's so hard to carry on
And I feel I'm a fool who lost it all
You used to make it all so very clear
That life must go on though the end is near
Oh, Momma
It's a sad and lonely life.

A misty morning rider, she came wandering through the hills
A wandering soul appearing over rainy window sills
A loser in her heart, but in her face
A smile for everyone under God's grace.

Midnight maiden madness, what to search for in this place
Gateway to the city, night sky shadows on her face
A lady lost in nowhere but her stare
Leaves the world, her life to start somewhere.


--Mbo


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Sorcha
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:51 AM

Hardtack, nuttin'! We're having Blackberry Bannocks, cooked on hot rocks! (Actually, I have done it!)


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE BANKS OF NEWFOUNDLAND
From: GUEST,Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:53 AM

Backberry Bannocks are lovely and good coffee too! luxury mates pure luxury...A song fer ye!

THE BANKS OF NEWFOUNDLAND (3)

Oh, you western ocean laborers, I would have you all beware
When you go on board of a packet ship, no dungaree jumpers wear
But have a big monkey jacket always at your command
For there blow some cold nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland

We had one Lynch from Ballinahinch, Jimmy Murphy and Mike Moore
It was in the winter of sixty-two; those poor boys suffered sore
For they pawned their clothes in Liverpool or sold them out of hand
(or shipped as they did stand)
Never dreaming of cold nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland

So we'll rub her down and scrub her down with holystone and sand
And we'll bid adieu to the Virgin Rocks and the banks of Newfoundland

We had one female passenger, Bridget Reilly was her name
To her I promised marriage; on me she had a claim
She tore up her flannel petticoats to make mittens for us hands
For she could not see us poor boys freeze on the banks of Newfoundland

The mate jumps up on the capstan head and loudly he did roar:
Come and rattle her in, me lively lads; we're bound for America's shore
Then lay aloft and shake her out and give her all she'll stand
And we'll bid adieu to the Virgin Rocks and the banks of Newfoundland

So now it's reef and reef, me boys, with the canvas frozen hard
And it's haul and pass, every mother's son, on a ninety-foot tops'l yard
Never mind your boots and breeches, but haul or you'll be damned
For there blow some cold nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland

And now we're off Sandy Hook, me boys, and the land's all covered in snow
The tugboat will take our hawser, into New York we will tow
And on the docks, come down in flocks, the pretty girls will stand
Saying, It's warmer with me than it is at sea on the banks of Newfoundland


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:59 AM

Sweet Peg,

Share that au lait and I'll pass you a croissant -- nearest thing to a proper Louisiana beignet they make in these parts. Glad someone around here understands breakfast. I understand you can teach me the twostep before I muster all hands to leaving harbor stations? I remember a summer night just outside of New Orleans, dancing to a Cajun band and feeding barbecue to the gators -- no, really! -- one of my happiest memories. Ehhhhh, toi!! Une blonde si jolie! On fait danser, danser, toute la nuit!


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: GUEST,Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:04 AM

Ahhhh...this it the perfect time for "One By One" that Hootie & The Blowfish do....good campfire song...

--Mbo


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Troll
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:09 AM

Ah... Sorcha lass, ye set an old mans heart to dreamin'.

The sun is shinin' brightly o'er the deep and glitterin'water.

Its warmth is feelin'good on my achin' weary bones.

There's only you and I, lass, a-sittin' by the fire,

And the blackberry bannocks are a-bakin' on the stones.

There's black coffee boilin' in the pot upon the embers,

Your soft hand in mine, girl, quiet and alone

Tis good enough for me and I'll ask no more of heaven,

As the blackberry bannocks lie a-bakin' on the stones.

troll


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Subject: Lyr Add: ISLAND WOMAN (from The Spinners)
From: Bert
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:15 AM

A decrepid raft drifts onto the beach and a ragged old fart stumbles ashore.

"Now Skiff be boy! a lot of these here Yankees don't know 'Island Woman', that great song from The Spinners. Didn't Cliffie write that one?"

"So let's sing it again for them, and here's the words so they can all sing along"

Chorus:
Island Woman, Island woman,
making me forget o who I am
Island Woman, Island woman,
making me forget o who I am

The fishing is good near your island
That's why I come back for more
I saw you swim near my boat and
I followed you back to the shore

Chorus:

Forgot to go back to market
sell me fish and get paid
forgot my wife and my children
forgot they soon will be aged.

Chorus:

You danced for me in the moonlight
drank the rum and had fun
When I awoke in the daylight
you took my money and run

Chorus:

Now my pocket is full of empty
I'm back with my family
but someday when I have money
I'll be coming back, you will see.

Chorus:


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Peg
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:22 AM

Amos: is it two-steppin' yer after, then?...nay, my sweet, only a waltz will do for my salty sea captain...besides, the evening is better for those more eneregetic songs...remember this is only my first cup of coffee!

(and the motley band strikes up a rustic rendition of "Parting Glass" played in three...) (and the auburn lassie holds out her hand...) (and a lovely waltz is performed amid wistful smiles all around...) (and the captain and all hands decide they will stay on for more festivities before embarking...)

did I hear we will have lobsters as the sun is setting? what fool would leave a musical lobster bake?


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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: GUEST,Roger the skiffler
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:41 AM

That's the one, Bert, I learned it from Spinners concerts & records and was pleased to hear it sung in St Lucia a couple of years ago by a local group who were impressed we knew the chorus. (Less impressed by the accuracy of my singing I suspect!).
RtS


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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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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: 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 - 12:58 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: 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: 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: 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: 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 - 01:54 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: Troll
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 03:21 PM

Thankee MM.

troll


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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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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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