Station Maine Songbook

 

Station Maine Poems

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Sing Station Maine

Oh once I saw a little seal, her color it was grey
She swam around our little boat and called us out to play
She led us to her kingdom far beneath the sea
She showed us all the little things that landsmen never see

Sing Station Maine
Sing Autumn to May

Oh once I saw a little star, just out of my reach
She led us on a magic quest along a magic beach
The pebbles rose beneath our feet and taught us how to fly
We saw a hundred thousand stars illuminate the sky

Sing Station Maine
Sing Autumn to May

The pilings call our names out, the tide is very low
They guide us through a laberinth to darker paths below
Only one stroke, gently now, prepare to boat your oars
Adventures waiting close at hand upon the further shore

Sing Station Maine
Sing Autumn to May

Sometimes we meet a rain cloud, he guides our craft along
He takes us to our own land with vision clear and strong
We rest in peace and wonder, and so we close our day
Surrounded by a thousand shades of silver, gold, and grey

Sing Station Maine
Sing Autumn to May

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The Farmer Who Swamped Station Maine with His Wake

Oh we are Station Maine on this coast we'll be seen
Out pulling our oars when the others stay home
Til one fateful day from the harbor we strayed
In search of adventure we set out to roam
But out in the ocean there was such commotion
The waves all crashed round us, the oars they did break
It wasn't Posidon who set our boat flying
But a farmer who didn't look back to his wake

[chorus:]
Oh the boat he was driving was four stories high
Rigged with every new toy that technology makes
And if we survive we will tear out the eyes
Of the Farmer who swamped Station Maine with his wake

We were smart, fast, and clean, we were fit to be seen
We were fit for a queen of the highest degree
Our stroke it was light and it would you delight
We were rowing a course that was straight as a bee
We had practiced the most, we could casually boast
Every prize on the coast we would certainly take
Bad luck to the farmer, be he drunk or sober
That swamped Station Maine with an uncontroled wake

[chorus]

May his radar not wind, may his deck lights not shine
May the card on his compass be turned in the dark
May his GPS crash, may his socks never match
May his car disappear from where it was parked
May his hydraulics leak, may his holding tank reek
May the Avian flu make him shiver and shake
May his first mate get sick and throw up fast and thick
On the farmer that swamped Station Maine in his wake

[chorus]

May his tanks overflow, may his underwear show
May the IRS know on his taxes he lied
May his water run dry, may his VHF fry
With a wide open fly may he greet his ex-wife
May every old Coasty from Rockland to Portland
Inspect his fine vessel and find it will take
At least four thousand dollars of prime boatyard hours
For the farmer who swamped Station Maine in his wake

[chorus]

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 John Kanaka (Station Maine version)

I thought I heard the old man say
John Kanaka naka-tou-ri-ay
There's work tomorrow but none today
John Kanaka naka-tou-ri-ay

Tou-ri-ay oh tou-ri-ay
John Kanaka naka-tou-ri-ay

It's haul oh haul oh haul away
John Kanaka naka-tou-ri-ay
It's haul away and earn your pay
John Kanaka naka-tou-ri-ay

Tou-ri-ay oh tou-ri-ay
John Kanaka naka-tou-ri-ay

We are the crew of Station Maine
And we really love this pain

Muriel fell and broke her arm
She should have just stayed on the farm

Evan pulls just like a moose
We're almost afraid to turn him loose

Marin comes all the way from France
He sets the sails and makes them dance

Kendra built a mighty fine boat
Cut her in half and she'll still float

Tristan talks both day and night
He sure is annoying but he's sometimes right

Mariah doesn't say a word
But she writes down everything she's heard

Toby doesn't say a lot
But when he cracks a joke it's on the spot

Down Maine's coast in fourteeen days
When this is over we'll all be dazed

It's us against the gulf of Maine
None of us will ever be the same

Marin ran off to get some bread
Evan wanted smokes instead

PBJ is our main snack
What weird verse will we think of next

Skipping stones is really fun
It beats sleeping two to none

Station Maine and the Coast
Everybody were great hosts

Ship the anchor, trip is done
Thanks to everyone, it's been fun.

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Rosabella

On a Monday morning in the month of May
On a Monday morning in the month of May
I thought I heard the old man say
The Rosabella will sail today

I'm going on board the Rosabella
I'm going on board the Rosabella
I'm going on board right down to board
The saucy Rosabella

She's a deep water ship with a deep water crew
She's a deep water ship with a deep water crew
We could stick to the shore but we're damned if we do
On board the Rosabella

All around Cape Horn in the month of May
All around Cape Horn in the month of May
All around Cape Horn it's a very long way
On board the Rosabella



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Rolling Home

Call all hands to man the capstan
Hear a mighty rushing gale
Heave away and with a will boys
For New England home we'll sail

[chorus:]
Rolling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear New England
Rolling home dear land to thee

Up aloft and in the rigging
Blows a wild and rushing gale
Like a monsoon in the springtime
Filling out each well known sail

[chorus]

And the waves we leave behind us
Seem to murmur as they rise
We have tarried here to bear you
To the land you dearly prize

[chorus]

Full ten thousand miles behind us
And a thousand miles before
Ancient ocean waves to bring us
To that well remembered shore

[chorus]

Newborn breezes swell to send us
To our childhood's welcome skies
To the warmth of friendly faces
And the glow of loving eyes

[chorus]


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Mingulay Boat Song

[chorus:]
Heel-ya-ho boys, let her go boys
Heave her head 'round into the weather
Heel-ya-ho boys, let her go boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay

What care we how white the Minch is
What care we, boys, for windy weather
When we know that every inch is
Closer homeward to Mingulay

[chorus]

Wives are waiting at the cay head
Looking seaward to the weather
Turn her head 'round and we'll anchor
E'er the sun sets on Mingulay

[chorus]


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South Australia

In South Australia I was born
Heave away, haul away
In South Australia 'round Cape Horn
We're bound for South Australia

Haul away you rollin' king
Heave away, haul away
Haul away oh hear me song
We're bound for South Australia

As I walked out one morning fair
It's then I met Miss Nancy Blaire
We're bound for South Australia

It's Nancy blue or Nancy green
The prettiest girl I've ever seen

There's just one thing that grieves my mind
It's leaving Nancy Blaire behind

As I walked down Australia's strand
A bottle of Meyer's in my hand

Australia is my native land
Rich in lizards, snakes, and sand

Them Liverpool girls I do adore
They give it all and they ask for more

Them Oak Bluff boys I do admire
They set your riggin' all on fire

And when you go around the Horn
You'll wish to hell you'd never been born

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We Rigged Our Ship
(Cindy Kallet)

We rigged our ship with lines of silver
Way, hey, and we'll all come down
And we set her sails in New England waters
Way, hey, gonna bring her round

We scraped her decks till our backs were strong
And we caulked her seams with strands of oakum

We oiled her rails with hands of linseed
And we sailed her up to the Beaufort Sea

We sewed her sails with threads of seaweed
And we sailed her into Takoradi

We filled her decks with bales of hay
And we ran her down to Casco Bay

We filled her holds with rum for the winter
And we ran her into Rockland harbor

We rigged our ship with lines of silver
And we set her sails in New England water

 

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General Taylor

Well General Taylor gained the day
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
Well General Taylor he gained the day
Carry him to his bury'n ground

[Chorus:]
To me way, hey, Stormy
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Way, hey, Stormy
Carry him to his bury'n ground

General Taylor died long ago
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
Upon the plains of old Mexico
Carry him to his bury'n ground

[Chorus]

We'll dig his grave with a silver spade
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
And lower him down with a golden chain
Carry him to his bury'n ground

[Chorus]

We'll lower him down on a golden chain
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
On every link we'll call his name
Carry him to his bury'n ground

[Chorus]

If I was General Taylor's son
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
I'd build a ship of ten thousand ton
Carry him to his bury'n ground

[Chorus]

I'd build a ship of ten thousand ton
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
And fill it up with Jamaica rum
Carry him to his bury'n ground

[Chorus]

And fill it up with Jamaica rum
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
And give a tot to everyone
Carry him to his bury'n ground

[Chorus]

I'd give a tot to everyone
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
And a double tot for the shanty man
Carry him to his bury'n ground

[Chorus]

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Leave Her Johnny


I thought I heard the old man say
"Leave Her Johnny, Leave Her,
You can go ashore and draw your pay
And it's time for us to leave her"

[Chorus:]
Leave her Johnny, Leave Her
Oh-h, Leave her Johnny, Leave her
For the voyage is done and the winds don't blow
It's time for us to leave her.

Oh, the skipper was bad but the mate was worse
Leave her Johnny, Leave her
He'd blow you down with a spike and a curse
It's time for us to leave her.

[Chorus]

It was weav'lly wheat and moldy bread
Leave Her Johnny, Leave Her
It was eat or starve the old man said
and it's time for us to leave her

[Chorus]

Oh pull you lubbers or you'll get no pay
Leave Her Johnny, Leave Her
Oh pull you lubbers and then belay
It's time for us to leave her

[Chorus]

I thought I heard the old man say
" Leave Her Johnny, Leave Her,
It's one more turn and you'll get your pay
It's time for us to leave her"

[Chorus]

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Blow Ye Winds in the Morning

'Tis advertised in Boston, New York, and Buffalo:
Five hundred brave Americans a-whalin' for to go.

[Chorus:]
Singing Blow ye winds in the morning,
Blow ye winds, heigh-ho!
Clear away your runnin' gear,
And blow, boys, blow! (or: And blow, ye winds heigh-ho!)

They send you to New Bedford, that famous whaling port,
And give you to some land sharks to board and fit you out.

[Chorus]

They send you to a boardin' house, there for a time to dwell;
The thieves there they are thicker than the other side of Hell.

[Chorus]

They tell you of the clipper ships a-runnin' in and out,
And say you'll take five hundred sperm before you're six months out.

[Chorus]

And now we're out to sea, my boys, the wind comes on to blow;
One-half the watch is sick on deck, the other half below.

[Chorus]

The skipper's on the quarterdeck a-squintin' at the sails,
When up aloft the lookout spots a mighty school of whales.

[Chorus]

Then lower down the boats, my boys, and after him we'll travel,
But if you get too near his tail, he'll kick you to the Devil.

[Chorus]

When we've caught a whale, my boys, we'll tow 'im alongside,
Then over with our blubber-hooks and rob him of his hide.

[Chorus]

When we get home,our ship made fast, and we get through our sailin',
A winding glass around we'll pass, and damn this blubber whalin'.

[Chorus]

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About the Oars
by Mariah Jones

It's about the oar,
the boat,
the water,
the sun overhead,
and the seagulls swooping by.
It's about the wind,
the air,
the friendships
out there on the water
with the seals here to play.
It's about the oar,
the boat,
the water.


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Song of the Red War-Boat
(A.D. 683)
The Conversion of St Wilfrid, Rewards and Fairies

by Rudyard Kipling

SHOVE off from the wharf-edge! Steady!
Watch for a smooth! Give way!
If she feels the lop already
She'll stand on her head in the bay.
It's ebb–it's dusk–it's blowing–
The shoals are a mile of white,
But (snatch her along! ) we're going
To find our master to-night.

For we hold that in all disaster
Of shipwreck, storm, or sword,
A Man must stand by his Master
When once he has pledged his word.

Raging seas have we rowed in
But we seldom saw them thus,
Our master is angry with Odin–
Odin is angry with us!
Heavy odds have we taken,
But never before such odds.
The Gods know they are forsaken.
We must risk the wrath of the Gods!

Over the crest she flies from,
Into its hollow she drops,
Cringes and clears her eyes from
The wind-torn breaker-tops,
Ere out on the shrieking shoulder
Of a hill-high surge she drives.
Meet her! Meet her and hold her!
Pull for your scoundrel lives!

The thunder below and clamor
The harm that they mean to do!
There goes Thor's own Hammer
Cracking the dark in two!
Close! But the blow has missed her,
Here comes the wind of the blow!
Row or the squall'Il twist her
Broadside on to it! –Row!

Heark'ee, Thor of the Thunder!
We are not here for a jest–
For wager, warfare, or plunder,
Or to put your power to test.
This work is none of our wishing–
We would house at home if we might–
But our master is wrecked out fishing.
We go to find him to-night.

For we hold that in all disaster–
As the Gods Themselves have said–
A Man must stand by his Master
Till one of the two is dead.

That is our way of thinking,
Now you can do as you will,
While we try to save her from sinking
And hold her head to it still.
Bale her and keep her moving,
Or she'll break her back in the trough...
Who said the weather's improving,
Or the swells are taking off?

Sodden, and chafed and aching,
Gone in the loins and knees–
No matter–the day is breaking,
And there's far less weight to the seas!
Up mast, and finish baling–
In oar, and out with mead–
The rest will be two-reef sailing...
That was a night indeed!

But we hold it in all disaster
(And faith, we have found it true!)
If only you stand by your Master,
The Gods will stand by you!

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