Sunday, 26 May 2019
Cape Horn
The world’s last commercial sailing ship, The Pamir, rounding Cape Horn for the last time, 1949.
Wednesday, 22 May 2019
Latest Recordings
The recordings from last nights session have now been lifted onto the website. In some cases there may be two or more recordings. This is down to either the option for Melody and Harmony versions or just straight melody only versions.
Also please find below the links to last nights guest singers.
Mike singing 'Farewell to Tarwathie'. Listen Here
Dave and Colin singing 'In safe harbour tonight'. Listen Here
Don't forget to listen out to Emily giggling during 'In Safe Harbour' !!!!
Monday, 13 May 2019
Tuesday, 7 May 2019
Further recordings
Further recordings added.
Two further group recordings have now been added to Lyrics page. The items are
- Davy Lowston
- They won't let us go to Sea anymore
Friday, 3 May 2019
April Shanty Report
Tuesday 16th April - Secret Shore Singer Session Meeting Report
Ye Old House at Home
Another great evening at the Ye Old House at Home. The night started off with 22 members singing an introductory song of 'The Grey Funnel Line' whilst Emily prepared herself for the evening. To liven up the evening roaring versions of 'Saucy Sailor' 'John Kanaka' and 'Mollymawk' were sung. During these songs our numbers increased to 30 members. At this point of the evening we were introduced to Harmonies for various songs such as 'Its Time to Go Now', 'Mingulay Boat Song' and 'Loyal Lover'. On completion of these songs it was time to take a well deserved break. Following the break we were treated to a number of individuals contributions from our members. Colin Bolton provided is with a reading about a 'Shrimp Champion'. and Brian and Colin Grier (Wellie Wailers) provided us with 3 songs from their repertoire. We had enough time to go through Roll the Old Chariot before finishing up by a roof raising version of 'Leave Her Johnny'. A wonderful night of singing and fun for all. The next session is scheduled for Tuesday 21st May.
Tuesday, 30 April 2019
Recordings from last Shanty Session
The recordings taken at the last Shanty Session on 16th April are now available on the lyrics page. At the end of each song you will find a 'Listen Here' option. Click on the link and it should take you to the recordings. If you experience any issues with the links please let me know. We are using dropbox and you may only be able to access via the full website page rather than via Mobile/Tablet option.
More recordings will be added from future shanty sessions.
Monday, 15 April 2019
Mother Carey
A poem by John Masefield, the Poet Laureate (1930 to1967) called Mother Carey is contained in his book called Salt Water Ballads (1902). Mother Carey is a supernatural figure personifying the cruel and threatening sea in the imagination of 18th and 19th century English-speaking sailors.
A copy of the book was recently found by Barbara in a local bookshop. She brought a copy along to a recent session so we could view the Ballad/Poem.
Emily is hoping to read it through at tomorrow's Shanty session. Just in case the opportunity does not arise please find below a copy of the poem.
Mother Carey
Mother Carey? She's the mother o' the witches
'N' all them sort o'rips,
She's a fine gell to look at, but the hitch is,
She's a sight too fond of ships
She lives upon a iceberg to the norred,
'N' her man he's Davy Jones.
'N' she combs the weeds upon her forred
With pore drowned sailors' bones.
She's the mother o' the wrecks, 'n' the mother,
Of all big winds as blows,
She's up to some deviltry or other
When it storms, or sleets, or snows.
The noise of the wind's her screamin',
"I'm arter a plump, young, fine,
Brass-buttoned, beefy-ribbed young seam'n,
So as me 'n' my mate kin dine."
She's a hungry old rip 'n' in a cruel,
For sailor-men like we,
She's give a many mariners the gruel
' N' a long sleep under sea.
She's the blood o' many a crew upon her
'N' the bones of many a wreck,
'N' she's barnacles a-growin' on her
'N' shark's teeth round her neck.
I ain't never had no schoolin'
Nor read no books like you,
But I knows 't ain't healthy to be foolin'
With that there gristly two,
You're young, you thinks, 'n' you're lairy,
But if you're to make old bones,
Steer clear, I says, o' Mother Carey,
'N' that there Davy Jones.
A copy of the book was recently found by Barbara in a local bookshop. She brought a copy along to a recent session so we could view the Ballad/Poem.
Emily is hoping to read it through at tomorrow's Shanty session. Just in case the opportunity does not arise please find below a copy of the poem.
Mother Carey
Mother Carey? She's the mother o' the witches
'N' all them sort o'rips,
She's a fine gell to look at, but the hitch is,
She's a sight too fond of ships
She lives upon a iceberg to the norred,
'N' her man he's Davy Jones.
'N' she combs the weeds upon her forred
With pore drowned sailors' bones.
She's the mother o' the wrecks, 'n' the mother,
Of all big winds as blows,
She's up to some deviltry or other
When it storms, or sleets, or snows.
The noise of the wind's her screamin',
"I'm arter a plump, young, fine,
Brass-buttoned, beefy-ribbed young seam'n,
So as me 'n' my mate kin dine."
She's a hungry old rip 'n' in a cruel,
For sailor-men like we,
She's give a many mariners the gruel
' N' a long sleep under sea.
She's the blood o' many a crew upon her
'N' the bones of many a wreck,
'N' she's barnacles a-growin' on her
'N' shark's teeth round her neck.
I ain't never had no schoolin'
Nor read no books like you,
But I knows 't ain't healthy to be foolin'
With that there gristly two,
You're young, you thinks, 'n' you're lairy,
But if you're to make old bones,
Steer clear, I says, o' Mother Carey,
'N' that there Davy Jones.
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