Caribbean Dreaming

SEA FEVER	SEAFARING LIFE
MOTHERED BY SEA	OLD JACK
DRUNK'N SAILOR	SEA DOG
JAMAICA FAREWELL	NASSAU BOUND
TOO LONG ASHORE	I'SE THE B'Y
PINT OF PLAIN	CAPITAL SHIP

SEA FEVER

lyric by John Masefield

music by Ed Teja & Stephen McPhail

I MUST DOWN TO THE SEA AGIN

LONELY SEA & THE SKY...

ALL I ASK IS A TALL SHIP

STAR TO STEER HER BY...

WHEEL’S KICK & THE WIND SONG

WHITE SAIL’S SHAKIN'...

GREY MIST ON THE SEA FACE

AND A GREY DAWN BREAKIN'...

I MUST DOWN TO THE SEA AGIN

CALL OF THE RUNNIN' TIDE…

WILD CALL & A CLEAR CALL

MAY NOT BE DENIED…

ALL I ASK IS A WINDY DAY

WHITE CLOUDS FLYIN'…

FLUNG SPRAY & THE BLOWN SPUME

AND THE SEA-GULLS CRYIN'…

I MUST DOWN TO THE SEA AGIN

VAGRANT GYPSY LIFE…

GULL’S WAY & THE WHALE’S WAY

WIND LIKE A WHETTED KNIFE…

ALL I ASK IS A MERRY YARN

FROM LAUGHIN' FELLOW-ROVER…

QUIET SLEEP & A SWEET DREAM

WHEN THE LONG TRICK’S OVER…

SEAFARING LIFE

lyric by Everett Adams & Stephen McPhail

music by Stephen McPhail

OTTAWA HAMMERED 'NOTHER NAIL IN THE COFFIN

OF CANADA'S SEAFARIN’ LIFE...

PULLIN’ THE PLUG ON OUR LARGEST SHIPYARD

LAYIN' OFF SKILLED LABOUR IN TIMES OF STRIFE...

COMPETIN’ SUBSIDIZED FOREIGN SHIPBUILDERS

NAVY CONTRACTS UNWOUND...

WAS A SAD DAY FOR OUR PROUD NATION

"SAINT JOHN SHIPBUILDING" CLOSED DOWN...

FOR YEARS THE IRVINGS HAD LOBBIED THE FEDS

PROPER SHIPBUILDIN’ POLICY...

TO HONOUR TRADITIONS & FAMILIES WHO SHARED 'EM

PROTECTION, NOT ELITE COMPLACENCY...

FREE TRADE BENEFITS

EVERYONE BUT US...

CLOSIN’ DOWN CANADA'S

SEAFARIN’ LIFE...

GOVERNMENT LIKE OURS

WHO CAN YOU TRUST...

CLOSIN’ DOWN CANADA'S

WORKIN’ CLASS LIFE...

WORLD WAR II HAD CREATED IN CANADA

WORLD'S LARGEST MERCHANT MARINE...

ARMED FORCES & COASTGUARD DISMANTLED

SURRENDERED OUR FISH TO MEN'S GREED...

PIRATE TRAWLERS CAME PROWLIN’

OVERFISHIN’ BLAMED ON OUR OWN...

MINISTRY EXPERTS DEMAND THE “RIGHT THING”

SALMON & COD BE CLOSED DOWN...

GOVERNMENT PIGS IN THE CORPORATE TROUGH

MAKE IT CRIMINAL TO WORK WITH YR HANDS...

ONLY HAMMERIN’ DONE ARE NAILS IN THE COFFIN

OF CANADA’S HARD WORKIN’ MAN...

MOTHERED BY SEA

lyric by Everett Adams & Stephen McPhail

music by Stephen McPhail

WE ARE AN ISLAND, SURROUNDED BY SEA

BUFFED BY YR WINDS, EITHER STORM OR SOFT BREEZE

WE ARE YR CHILDREN, RAISED RUTHLESSLY

FATHERED BY LAND, MOTHERED BY SEA...

OCEAN REFRESH US, OCEAN PROVIDE

YR WATERS SUSTAIN US, YET WE'RE MASHED BY YR TIDES

YOU GIVE OF YR BOUNTY, YIELD UP YR WEALTH

WHEN WE ILL USE YOU, YR ANGER IS FELT...

WE ARE A PEOPLE, HARDENED BY TIME

TESTED & TRIED, IN BODY & MIND

WE THE SURVIVORS, LIVE TILL WE DIE

BY WHAT YOU TAUGHT US, TO STAY ALIVE...

OCEAN YOU BLESS US, SOMETIMES YOU CURSE

YOU FEED WHEN WE HUNGER, BUT CAN'T QUENCH OUR THIRST

YOU CODDLE YR CHILDREN, THEN STEAL SOME AWAY

TO SLEEP BELOW WATER, INSTEAD OF IN CLAY...

OLD JACK

lyric & music by Stephen McPhail

I SEE OLD JACK DRIFTIN' OFF TO SLEEP IN THE BAR

HIS MIND'S IN A DREAM ON A DISTANT STAR...

SPENDS HIS LIFE BUILDIN' SHIPS TO SAIL ON THE SEA

NOW HE'S SAILIN' OFF IN SPACE THROUGH THE GALAXY...

OLD JACK'S BLUES...

ITS A LONELY SHIP THAT HE'S SAILIN' ON

HIS CREW ARE ZOMBIES, THEIR MINDS HAVE GONE...

YOU KNOW HE'S THE CAPTAIN, IN CONTROL OF THE SHIP

BUT, HE WANTS TO GO HOME, ITS BEEN A HELLUVA TRIP...

NOW OLD JACK'S BLUES, YOU KNOW HE KEEPS INSIDE

BUT TOO MUCH SADNESS IS HARD TO HIDE...

IT'S PRETTY HARD GOIN' AGAINST THE TIDE

I WISH TO CHRIST HE'D LET GO & TAKE THAT RIDE...

TAKE THAT RIDE, JACK...

DRUNK'N SAILOR

Traditional Sea Chantey

WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH A DRUNK'N SAILOR...

EARLIE IN THE MORNING...

TAKE 'IM & SHAKE 'IM & TRY TO WAKE 'IM...

HEAVE HO & UP SHE RISES...

EARLIE IN THE MORNING...

GIVE 'IM A DOSE OF SALT & WATER...

SLING 'IM IN A LEAKY BOAT & MAKE 'IM BAIL 'ER...

SHAVE HIS BALLS WITH A RUSTY RAZOR...

PUT 'IM IN BED WITH THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER...

THAT'S WHAT WE DO WITH A DRUNK' SAILOR...

SEA DOG

lyric by Ed Teja & Stephen McPhail

music by Stephen McPhail

JUST A SEA DOG

HOWLING CRAZY...

DRIFTING IN A LIFEBOAT...

JOLLY ROGER FLYING

SCURVY PIRATE...

ARMED TO THE TEETH, TO BOOT...

OCEAN LAUGHING

ALL AROUND HIM...

WIND SNARLING IN CAHOOTS...

DIRTY DEEDS

COME BACK TO HAUNT HIM...

BUT, HE DON'T GIVE A HOOT...

JUST A SEA DOG...

DEATH TRIES TO READ HIS

POKER FACE...

STRIP HIM OF HIS LOOT...

SEA MONSTERS WITH

THEIR BALEFUL EYES...

CAN'T SEEM TO GET HIS GOAT...

HE'D RATHER SLAKE

HIS THIRST ON RUM...

THAN, SALT WATER UP HIS SNOOT...

JUST A SEA DOG

HOWLING CRAZY...

DRIFTING IN A LIFEBOAT...

JUST A SEA DOG...

JAMAICA FAREWELL

lyric & music by Lord Burgess

DOWN THE BAY

WHERE THE NIGHTS ARE GAY...

SUN SHINES DAILY

ON THE MOUNTAIN TOP...

TOOK A TRIP

ON A SAILING SHIP...

WHEN I REACHED JAMAICA

I MADE A STOP...

BUT, I'M SAD TO SAY

I'M ON MY WAY...

WON'T BE BACK

FOR MANY A DAY...

MY HEART IS DOWN

MY HEAD IS TURNING AROUND...

HAD TO LEAVE A LITTLE GIRL

IN KINGSTON TOWN...

SOUNDS OF LAUGHTER

EVERYWHERE...

DANCING GIRLS

SWAY TO & FRO...

I MUST DECLARE

MY HEART IS THERE...

THOUGH I'VE BEEN FROM

MAINE TO MEXICO...

DOWN THE MARKET

YOU CAN HEAR...

LADIES CRY OUT WHILE ON

THEIR BACKS THEY BEAR...

ACKEY RICE

SALT FISH ARE NICE...

RUM IS FINE

ANY TIME OF YEAR...

NASSAU BOUND

Bahaman Sea Chantey

WE COME ON THE SLOOP JOHN B

MY GRANDFATHER & ME...

AROUND NASSAU TOWN WE DID ROAM

DRINKIN' ALL NIGHT, GOT INTO A FIGHT...

FEEL SO BROKE UP

I WANNA GO HOME...

SO, HOIST UP THE JOHN B SAIL

SEE HOW THE MAIN SAIL SETS...

CALL FOR THE CAPTAIN ASHORE

LET ME GO HOME...

I WANNA GO HOME

FEEL SO BROKE UP

I WANNA GO HOME...

FIRST MATE, HE GOT DRUNK

BROKE IN THE CAPTAIN'S TRUNK...

CONSTABLE HAD TO COME

TAKE HIM AWAY...

SHERIFF JOHN STONE

WHY DON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE?...

FEEL SO BROKE UP

I WANNA GO HOME...

POOR COOK HE GOT THE FITS

THREW OUT ALL MY GRITS...

THEN, HE TOOK & ATE UP

ALL OF MY CORN...

LET ME GO HOME

I WANNA GO HOME...

THIS IS THE WORST TRIP

I'VE EVER BEEN ON...

TOO LONG ASHORE

lyric by Everett Adams

music by Stephen McPhail

COME ALL YE LANDLUBBERS, SICKLY & PALE

BEEN TOO LONG ASHORE, SO HOIST THE MAINSAIL

OVER TO BOSTON, FOR SUGAR & TEA

THEN FOR THE ISLANDS' RUM & MOLASSIE

WE'RE LEAVING FOR BOSTON AT DAWN...

COME ON, GET THE LEAD OUT, PULL UP YR SOCKS...

WE'RE OFF AT DAYLIGHT, BE SMART BY THE DOCKS

KEEP A SHARP EYE OUT, KEEP OFF THE ROCKS

WE'RE LEAVING FOR BOSTON AT DAWN...

WHEN WE HIT BOSTON, WE ALL GO ASHORE

OFFLOAD OUR FISHIES, FROM LABRADOR

SWEAT SUGAR & TEA, REPLENISH OUR GRUB

THEN, OFF WITH THE TIDE, STEER CLEAR OF THE PUB

WE'RE LEAVING FROM BOSTON AT DAWN...

REACHING THE ISLANDS & LOADING HER DOWN

WE SET HER MAINSAIL, STRAIGHT FOR ST. JOHN'S TOWN

PASSING THE NARROWS, THE CREW GAVE A CHEER

CELEBRATION TONIGHT, THERE'S ONE THING FOR SURE

WE'RE NOT LEAVING FOR BOSTON AT DAWN...

AFTER THE WINTER, CONFINED TO THE SHORE

GLAD WE'LL BE, WHEN THE CAPTAIN ROARS...

I'SE THE B'Y

Newfie Sea Chantey

I'SE THE B'Y THAT BUILDS THE BOAT

I'SE THE B'Y THAT SAILS HER...

I'SE THE B'Y THAT CATCHES THE FISH

TAKES 'EM HOME TO LIZER...

SODS & RINDS TO COVER YR FLAKE

CAKE & TEA FOR SUPPER...

COD FISH IN THE SPRING OF THE YEAR

FRIED IN MAGGOTY BUTTER...

HIP YR PARTNER, SALLY TIBBO

HIP YR PARTNER, SALLY BROWN...

FOGO, TWILLINGATE, MORETON'S HARBOUR

ALL AROUND THE CIRCLE...

I DON'T WANT YR MAGGOTY FISH

THAT'S NO GOOD FOR WINTER...

I CAN BUY AS GOOD AS THAT

DOWN IN BONAVISTA...

I TOOK LIZER TO A DANCE

FAST AS SHE WOULD TRAVEL

EVERY STEP THAT SHE DID TAKE

WAS UP TO HER KNEES IN GRAVEL...

SUSAN WHITE, SHE'S OUT OF SIGHT

SNUGGLING WITH HER PARTNER...

BET SHE'S OFF WITH UNCLE STEVE

KISSING IN THE CORNER...

PINT OF PLAIN

lyric by Flann O'Brien

music by Stephen McPhail

WHEN THINGS GO WRONG & WILL NOT COME RIGHT

THOUGH YOU DO THE BEST YOU CAN...

WHEN LIFE LOOKS BLACK AS THE HOUR OF NIGHT