 The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
 Roger Whittaker: The Last Farewell
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Posted on 01/22/2015 6:05:35 PM PST by fatima
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Lightfoot wrote some better ones relating to ships and the sea.
The Golden Vanity
Oh, there was a lofty ship and she sailed upon the sea
And the name of the ship was the Golden Vanity.
But she feared she would be taken by a Turkish enemy
As she sailed upon the lowland, lowland, low
She sailed upon the lowland sea.
Well up stepped the cabin boy, but the age of twelve and three
And he said to the skipper, “What will you give to me,
If I swim alongside of the Turkish enemy,
And I sink her in the lowland, lowland, low
I sink her in the lowland sea?”
“Oh, I will give you silver, and I will give you gold,
And the hand of my daughter if you will be so bold
as to swim alongside of the Turkish enemy,
And to sink her in the lowland, lowland, low
To sink her in the lowland sea.”
So then the boy he readied and overboard jumped he,
And he swam alongside of the Turkish enemy,
And with his little drilling tool he bored in her holes three,
And he sank her in the lowland, lowland, low
He sank her in the lowland sea.
Then the boy turned ‘round and back again swam he,
And he hollered for the skipper to haul him from the sea.
But the skipper paid no heed for his daughter he did need,
And he left him in the lowland, lowland, low
He left him in the lowland sea.
Then the crew they hauled him up and upon the deck he died,
and they wrapped him in his blanket, so very soft and white.
They cast him overboard to drift upon the tide,
and he sank beneath the lowland, lowland, low
He sank beneath the lowland sea.
He sank beneath the lowland sea.
The Sea Around Us
They say that the lakes of Killarney are fair
That no stream like the Liffey can ever compare,
If its water you want, you’ll find nothing more rare
Than the stuff they make down by the ocean.
Chorus:
The sea, oh the sea is the gradh geal mo croide*
Long may it stay between England and me
It’s a sure guarantee that some hour we’ll be free
Oh, thank God we’re surrounded by water.
Tom Moore made his “Waters” meet fame and renown
A great lover of anything dressed in a crown
In brandy the bandy old Saxon he’d drown
But throw ne’er a one in the ocean. (chorus)
The Scots have their Whisky, the Welsh have their speech
And their poets are paid about ten pence a week
Provided no hard words on England they speak
Oh Lord, what a price for devotion. (chorus)
The Danes came to Ireland with nothing to do
But dream of the plundered old Irish they slew,
“Yeh will in yer Vikings” said Brian Boru
And threw them back into the ocean. (chorus)
Two foreign old monarchs in battle did join
Each wanting his head on the back of a coin;
If the Irish had sense they’d drowned both in the Boyne
And partition thrown into the ocean. (chorus twice)
It’s a damn tough life, full of toil and strife, we whalermen undergo,
And we won’t give a damn when the gale is done how hard the winds did blow,
‘caus we’re homeward bound from the Arctic grounds with a good ship taught and free,
And we won’t give a damn when we drink our rum with the girls from 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 gales 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.
(chorus)
Once more we sail with the Northerly gales, towards our island home,
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done, and we ain’t got far to roam;
Our stuns’l’s bones is carried away, what care we for that sound,
A living gale is after us, thank God we’re homeward bound.
(chorus)
How soft the breeze through the island trees, now the ice is far astern,
Them native maids, them tropical glades, is 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.
(chorus)x2
Yes
But it applies to high end Ashkenazim like Henry Morganthea
Or the Rothschilds
Most antebellum descended southern Jews are very waspy
Hard to distinguish them from goyim except they go to church at weird times and maybe bossier moms
They are not as libtard as their Yankee cousins
Though some are predictable
I can’t recall that girls surname
May have been Sklar
Except for the hair color, then, they are the equivalent of J.A.P.s
Thanks! btw, Russian Red Army Choir also has a great version of “Sweet Home Alabama.”
Czeslaw Niemen - O Zdobyciu Morskiego Brzegu (About the Capture of the Sea Shore)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFD0w59bAeo
Loose Translation:
For our ancestors salty and smelly fishes were good enough,
We come for some fresh, splashing around in the ocean!
For our fathers it was enough if they could capture other sediments,
But neither storm nor terrifying sound of sea waves can deter us.
Our fathers went hunting for deers,
But we are fishing treasures and monsters, hidden in the ocean.
But we are fishing treasures and monsters, hidden in the ocean.
The Sinking of the Reuben James--The Almanac Singers (1942)
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Russian Red Army Choir Russian version
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jrg0X9H6FGU
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The Sea Around Us
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mg8hq9g5O8I
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