Shantyman's Hail (Fred Gosbee) cho: 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. There were schooners and sloops and all kinds of small craft Warships with cannons both foreward and aft And the queens of the seas, the graceful clippers Mighty proud men were their skippers Then the steam-powered ships came along Their engines replaced the shantyman's song And the men in the hellish heat down in the hold Spent their watches shoveling coal First coal, then oil, then nuclear heat Replaced all the wind-driven ships in the fleet And skills handed down for hundreds of years Have all but disappeared And where went the tall ships that once sailed so free Under clouds of white canvas across the salt sea With the wind in their rigging and foam at the bow Tell me, where are they now? Well some were scrapped and some can be found Like the Luther and the Hesper, up the Sheepscot aground Some were towed out to deep water and sunk Regarded as no more than junk We can't live forever on fuel from the ground The price go up and no more will be found If we're still around for the next age of sail We might hear that shantyman hail. Copyright Fred Gosbee, 1984 BL
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