The Jeannie C (Stan Rogers) Come all ye lads, draw near to me That I be not forsaken This day was lost the JEANNIE C. And my living has been taken I'll go to sea no more We set out this day in the bright sunlight The same as any other My son and I and old John Price In the boat named for my mother Now, it's well you know how the fishing has been It's been scarce and hard and cruel But this day, by God, we sure caught cod And we sang and laughed like fools I'll never know just what we struck But strike we did like thunder John Price gave a cry and pitched overside Now it's forever he's gone under A leak we've sprung, let there be no delay If the JEANNIE C. we're saving John Price is drowned and slipped away I'll patch the hole while you're bailing But no hole I found from bow to hold No rock it was that got her But what I saw made my heart stop cold For every seam poured water My God, I cried as she went down That boat was like no other My father built her when I was nine And named her for my mother And sure, I could have another built In the boatshop down in Dover But I would not love the keel they laid Like the one the waves roll over So come all ye lads, draw near to me That I be not forsaken This day was lost the JEANNIE C. And my whole life has been taken copyright Fogarty's Cove Music "For the fishermen of Little Dover, Nova Scotia." -- 1978 JN
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