Wednesday, January 07, 2004

So, looking over the past few postings, I had an idea. I thought, "Why don't I post those song lyrics by Captain Samuel Samuels? Then somebody out there might be inspired to put music to them."
Since I have no music for these lyrics, I thought it'd be pretty cool if somebody wanted to put music to them.
Heck, maybe if I get a harmonium someday I'll do it myself.
And even if nobody does, I thought it'd be groovy to show people the old poetry I found in the Samuel Samuels book. So here's the text I found.

At the bottom, Samuels writes, "This is a copy of the original song, which I had for many years, but now is lost. I was on board at the time with my father, the late Captain S. Samuels, and the song was composed and sung for the first time to my mother on July 4, 1858, on the voyage from Liverpool to New York."

The Dreadnought
By Captain Samuel Samuels.

'Tis of a flash packet, a packet of fame,
She is bound to New York and the "Dreadnought" 's her name.
She is bound to the westward where the stormy winds blow,
Bound away in the "Dreadnought" to the westward we'll go.

Now we are hauling out Waterloo dock,
Where the boys and the girls on the pierhead do flock;
They give us three cheers, while the tears down do flow,
Bound away in the "Dreadnought" to the westward we'll go.

Now we are laying in the Mersey all day
Awaiting for the "Constitution" to tow us away,
All around the Black Rock where the dark Mersey flows,
Bound away in the "Dreadnought" to the westward we'll go.

Now we are bowling down the wild Irish sea,
While the passengers below they are drinking so free,
And the sailors aloft like larks to and fro,
Wishing luck to the "Dreadnought" wherever she go.

Now we are crossing the ocean so wide,
Where the white and blue billows dash against our back side,
With our sails spread so neatly the red cross we'll show,
Bound away in the "Dreadnought" to the westward we'll go.

Now we are crossing the backs of Newfoundland,
Where the waters are green and the bottom's all sand,
Where the fish in the ocean swim around to and fro,
Wishing luck to the "Dreadnought" wherever she go.

Now we are hauling down Long Island shore,
Where the pilot boards us as he's oft done before;
Fill away your fore-topsail, board your main tack also!
She's a Liverpool packet- Lord God let her go!

Now we are anchored in New York once more,
I'll go and see Sally, she's the girl I adore.
You may talk of your packets, "Swallow Tail" and "Black Ball,"
But the "Dreadnought" 's a clipper and she licks them all.

Here's health to the "Dreadnought." her officers and crew,
Here's health to Captain Samuels where'er he may go,
Here's health to us all when the stormy winds blow,
And this song was composed in the dog watch below.

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