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Blood & Bones & Fins & Glory

by The Southern Ocean Sea Band

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THERE’S WHALERS AT THE MERRIJIG THE MERRIJIG, THE MERRIJIG THERE’S WHALERS AT THE MERRIJIG THE MERRIJIG HO HA! THERE’S MERMAIDS IN THE MOYNE AGAIN THE MOYNE AGAIN, THE MOYNE AGAIN THERE’S MERMAIDS IN THE MOYNE AGAIN THE MOYNE AGAIN HO HA! IF I EVER SAW WHAT I DID SWORE I TELL YOU ALL WHAT I DID SAW IF EVER I SAW WHAT I DID SWORE, I TELL YOU ALL HO HA! THERE’S MERMAIDS IN THE MOYNE AGAIN THE MOYNE AGAIN, THE MOYNE AGAIN THERE’S MERMAIDS IN THE MOYNE AGAIN THE MOYNE AGAIN HO HA! HOW CAN WE SAIL AT SEA WITH GLEE WHAT I DID SEE WHAT I DID SEE HOW CAN WE SAIL AT SEA WITH GLEE WHAT I DID SEE HO HA! THERE’S MERMAIDS IN THE MOYNE AGAIN THE MOYNE AGAIN, THE MOYNE AGAIN THERE’S MERMAIDS IN THE MOYNE AGAIN THE MOYNE AGAIN HO HA!
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TWO 68’s AND TWO 32’s WILL SHOOT AT THE RUSSIANS AND SAVE YOU THE CANNONS ARE BOLD, BUT LOADED ON THE HILL MILITIA ARE MANY AND HAVE STRONG WILL CANNONS DID COME FROM FALKIRK TOWN THE MEN DID LEARN TO FIRE THEM DOWN THEY SENT THEM OFF TO THE NEW FOUND LAND PROTECT THE TOWN, KEEP THE CANNONS MANNED TWO 68’s WILL SAVE THIS TOWN IF THE RUSSIANS COME FIRE! FIRE! SEND THE CANNON BALLS HIGH FIRE! FIRE! SEND THEM TO THE SKY THE GUNS ARRIVED, THE WORD WAS SPOKE FEAR WAS REAL, MUZZLES POURED WITH SMOKE TWO 68’s WILL SAVE THIS TOWN IF THE RUSSIANS COME TWO 68's WILL SAVE THIS TOWN IF THE RUSSIANS COME THE MEN DID FIGHT WITH AUSTRALIAN MIGHT NAPOLEON’S GUNS AND PRIDE THE MEN WOULD FIGHT THROUGH THE NIGHT ON UNTIL THEY DIED LOOK TO THE WEST LOOK TO THE EAST LOCK AND LOAD AND FIRE THE BEAST THE RUSSIANS HAVE HEARD THERE’S GOLD IN THE HILLS THE SOUND OF THE CANNONS GAVE THE TOWNSFOLK CHILLS TWO 68’s WILL SAVE THIS TOWN IF THE RUSSIANS COME TWO 68's WILL SAVE THIS TOWN IF THE RUSSIANS COME FIRE! FIRE! SEND THE CANNON BALLS HIGH FIRE! FIRE! SEND THEM TO THE SKY
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HOIST THE SAIL, HAUL THE LINE WE’RE BELFAST BOUND AGAIN KISS YE MAID, FOR TODAY WE SAIL WE’RE BELFAST BOUND AGAIN STACK THE RUM AND COUNT THE STOCK WE’RE BELFAST BOUND AGAIN PAY THE DEBTS AND DRUNK REGRETS WE’RE BELFAST BOUND AGAIN BRING SUPPLIES TO THE WESTERN LAND CANNOT WAIT TO TOUCH THE SAND WE’RE BELFAST BOUND AGAIN PORTLAND BAY WE ARE BOUND BUT PORT FAIRY WE HAVE FOUND WE’RE BELFAST BOUND AGAIN WE'RE BELFAST BOUND AGAIN WE'RE BELFAST BOUND AGAIN WE'RE BELFAST BOUND AGAIN
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THE CAPTAIN WAS A STRONG MAN, MERCY WAS HIS DESIRE NEVER LOST A SHIP HE SAILED, AND ALWAYS FOUND A BUYER SPENT HIS LIFE AT SEA, 8 SHIPS HE’D COMMAND HIS HEART WAS A RUSTY GOLD COLOUR, HIS TROUBLES WERE ON LAND HIS TROUBLES WERE ON LAND THE MEN WHO FLED FROM PORTLAND TOWN, WOULD DIE UPON ‘PERCY’ THEIR FORTUNES WERE THEIR VIRTUES, AND GLORY FOUND AT SEA CHASING THE CHEEKY CONVICTS, ‘FAIRY’ WAS BLOWN AWAY THE FOUNDING OF PORT FAIRY, HENRY DECIDED TO STAY WHILE SHELTERING HIS CUTTER, FROM THE MIGHTY STORM THEY WRONGLY NAMED HIM JAMES WISHART, A NEW MYTH HAD BEEN BORN A NEW MYTH HAD BEEN BORN WHEN SAILING THE ‘ACTIVE’, IN AOTEAROA THE MEN DID FEAR FOR THEIR LIVES FROM THE SPEAR THROWER THE NATIVES HELD THEM CAPTIVE, CAUSE THEY WANTED HENRY’S SHIP WISHART OUTSMARTED TARANAKI, WHEN HE CRACKED THE WHIP WHEN HE CRACKED THE WHIP “MAN THE WINDLASS”, WAREPOWRE DROPPED HIS MARIE PUT THEM IN THE LONG BOAT, THERE’S A CHANCE WE MIGHT FLEE HE GAVE THEM BACK THEIR TOMAHAWKS AND PAID THEM FOR THE BONE THESE MUSKETS WILL NOT FIRE! THE ACTIVE’S HEADING HOME! THE ACTIVE’S HEADING HOME! IT WAS IN THE WILSONS PROMONTORY ON THIS WINTERS DAY WHEN A GREAT WHITE SHARK TOOK WISHART AWAY SEND HIM BACK TO HOBART ON-BOARD THE WALLABY IT’S A SAILOR’S LIFE HE DID LIVE, HE EVEN DIED AT SEA SEND HIS BODY HOME YE LADS, SEND HIM TO HIS WIFE IT BROKE THE CREWMAN’S HEARTS HE LIVED A NOBLE LIFE HE LIVED A NOBLE LIFE HE LIVED A NOBLE LIFE HE LIVED A NOBLE LIFE
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THE WAVES ARE TALL WHEN I RECALL OI OI OIGLES THE SHIP IS SMALL WHEN THE SWELL IS TALL OI OI OIGLES THE BREAKS GO LEFT AND THE BREAKS GO RIGHT OI OI OIGLES THE SHIPS HAVE TRIED AND THE SHIPS HAVE DIED OI OI OIGLES SAIL AROUND TO THE OTHER BAY SO THE MEN SHALL LIVE ANOTHER DAY OI OI OIGLES
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ON A COLD DARK NIGHT IN FEBRUARY 1858 THE NIGHT SERGEANT GEORGE DODDS MET WITH HIS FATE RUTLEDGE WAS THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND HE WAS STARK RAVING MAD THE PUBLICANS KNEW HIM WELL TONIGHT JOHN WAS BAD RUM WAS HIS CHOICE OF POISON BUT TONIGHT JOHN DID DRINK GIN HE TOOK A SWING AT THE CONSTABLE CLIPPED HIM RIGHT ON THE CHIN HE DIED IN THE LINE OF DUTY JOHN’S FINAL DRINK WAS AT THE STAR OF THE WEST ON THIS FATEFUL NIGHT RUTLEDGE HIT THE CONSTABLE DODDS HE BROKE UP THE FIGHT WHILE WALKING DOWN SACKVILLE STREET ON THE WAY BACK TO THE JAIL JOHN PULLED A BOWIE KNIFE AND STABBED DODDS UNTIL HE WAS PALE 12th OF MAY '58, BELFAST GENERAL SESSIONS HE GOT OFF ON INSANITY FOR MADNESS AND AGGRESSIONS HE DIED IN THE LINE OF DUTY THEY TOOK JOHN AWAY TO THE ASYLUM PLACED AT YARRA BEND DODDS DIED FROM HIS WOUNDS, NO JUSTICE TO COMPREHEND JOHN WAS OUT WITHIN A YEAR THE STATE LABELLED HIM SANE HE FLED FOR CALIFORNIA TOWNSFOLK CURSED HIM IN VAIN RUTLEDGE WENT TO IRELAND AND DIED LIKE SLEEPING BEAUTY NEVER FORGET, SERGEANT DODDS DIED IN THE LINE OF DUTY HE DIED IN THE LINE OF DUTY
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CATCH THE LIGHT, SAIL AT NIGHT IT’S OFF TO SEA WE GO LOAD THE DECKS, SHAVE THE NECKS IT’S TIME TO HAUL THE LINE IT’S TIME TO HAUL THE LINE SEE THE LIGHTERS RUNNING THE WAREHOUSE MILL IS BUZZING THE COURTHOUSE RULING’S A COMING IT’S TIME TO HAUL THE LINE IT’S TIME TO HAUL THE LINE SYDNEY BOUND, WE’RE OFF TODAY WE’RE DRIFTING OFF TO SEA HE MADE THE CALL, AND FED US ALL JOHN WILL DROWN US ALL YES JOHN WILL DROWN US ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT, THE SAILS WERE TIGHT HEAVEN KNOWS, SHE’LL BE RIGHT JOHN WILL DROWN US ALL, YES JOHN WILL DROWN US ALL
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WE NEED TO TELL A STORY ABOUT THE BLACK COCKATOO THE FIGHTING GUNDITJMARA AND THE KILLING OF THEIR CREW THE STORIES OF THIS LAND STRETCH OUT BEYOND THE YEARS BUT IN THE 1830’s, CAME MUCH BLOODSHED AND TEARS THE COURAGE IT TAKES TO FACE A GUN AND HOLD A SPEAR TO STAND UPON YOUR GROUND AND SHOW NO FEAR GUNS VERSUS SPEARS... WITH COURAGE IN THEIR HANDS WON’T BOW TO YOUR DEMANDS THE PEOPLE OF THESE LANDS THE BLOOD’S ON OUR HANDS FOR (MORE THAN) TWENTY-LONG YEARS THEY FOUGHT THE EUMERALLA WARS THE MASSACRES, THE KILLINGS, THIS CANNOT BE IGNORED THE SETTLERS AND THEIR CATTLE, LAID CLAIM TO ALL THE WATER BUT WHEN FIGHTING GUNS VERSUS SPEARS, IT BECAME A BLOODY SLAUGHTER THE LOCALS KNEW THE LAND WELL AND TOOK THE SETTLERS’ STOCK AT MT ECCLES THEY HELD ‘EM CAPTIVE, THE FARMERS PRECIOUS FLOCK CHORUS NO RECORDS WOULD BE KEPT, THEIR KILLINGS WOULD BE CHEAP THE INVASION BROUGHT A 100 MEN AND 30,000 SHEEP SOME CLEARED ALL THIS SACRED LAND AND POISONED WITH A TRICK THIS COUNTRY HAS A HISTORY, AND IT MAKES ME MIGHTY SICK YOU SEE NOW, ONE SHOULD BE ACCOUNTABLE FOR A CRIME THAT THEY COMMIT POLITICAL SPIN AND RHETORIC, GENOCIDAL HYPOCRITES FOR EVERY SINGLE WHITE MAN’S DEATH PEOPLE OF THIS LAND WERE KILLED THERE’S NO FAIRNESS AND NO JUSTICE FOR THE BLOOD THAT WAS SPILLED CHORUS
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IT’S A SAILOR’S LIFE FOR ME LAD I WORK ALL DAY TILL I GO MAD DRINK ME RUM AT THE MERRIJIG INN A GALLON OF GIN, JUST WATCH MY GRIN chorus THREE SHILLINGS A DAY IT’S MY PAY THREE SHILLINGS A DAY IT’S THE FISHERMAN’S WAY THREE SHILLINGS A DAY WE CAN HAUL ALL DAY THREE SHILLINGS A DAY WE’RE HERE TO STAY WHALERS SAY THAT WE MUST GO WE CAN’T SAY NO TO THE CAPTAINS FOE GRANTS US SHILLINGS FOR THE WORK WE’VE DONE LINE OR NET WE NEED A TON chorus WHEEL OUR CATCH ‘ROUND THE TOWN WE SELL IT ALL OR THE BOSS WILL FROWN MAKE SURE TO WRITE IT DOWN DON’T FALL IN, YOU WILL DROWN chorus ONCE WERE SEALERS THEN COME THE WHALERS TALENTED FISHERMAN AND OF COURSE SAILORS HARPOON TO HARVEST AND DUSK TIL DAWN GRIFFITHS TO WISHART THIS TOWN WAS BORN chorus
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ANNIE BAXTER ROAMED, ROAMED THIS BELFAST LAND ABOARD AUGUSTA JESSIE SHE WAS VAN DIEMEN’S BOUND MARRIED TO LIEUTENANT BAXTER IN 1834 SHE WASN’T VERY PLEASED WITH HIM, KNEW SHE WANTED MORE WROTE DIARIES OF HER TROUBLES FOR 34 YEARS DID SHE WOULDN’T BE TOLD BY ANY MAN, SHE WASN’T AFRAID OF THE SEA chorus OH DEAR ANNIE SHE LIVED HER LIFE SO FREE AUBURN ANNIE COME AND SAIL AWAY WITH ME OH DEAR ANNIE YOU LIVED YOUR LIVE SO FREE AUBURN ANNIE COME AND SAIL AWAY WITH ME ANNIE WAS A SOCIALITE DOWN IN NEW HOBART TOWN VISITING HER BROTHER AND ALWAYS SAILING DOWN MACQUARIE TO THE RIVER DISTRICT, ALWAYS ON THE MOVE RELATIONSHIP BECAME QUITE STRAINED, THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE ANDREW BOUGHT YAMBUK STATION, KOORI FOR THE MOON ANNIE WAS RELUCTANT BUT THEY SET OFF AT HIGH NOON chorus AUBURN ANNIE WITH MASSIE, CROWN LAND COMMISSIONER FOREVER ON THE TRAVEL, SHE FELT JUST LIKE A CONVICT PRISONER ROAMED THE WESTERN DISTRICT, LOADED PISTOLS BY HER SIDE WOULD TAKE NO LIP FROM NO FAIR MAN, SHE TOOK IT ALL IN HER STRIDE “MUSIC, SWEET MUSIC” SHE WOULD DANCE TO IN COX STREET MUSTERING CATTLE, TRAINING HORSES, LIFE WAS SOMETIMES BITTER SWEET chorus WHILE DANCING AT THE RUTLEDGE HOUSE ANNIE KNEW IT WAS THE END ANDREW SPENT THE NIGHT AT THE MERRIJIG DRINKING WITH A FRIEND ANNIE WAS FED UP WITH HIM AND DECIDED TO RETURN TO BRITAIN MET HERSELF A NEW MAN, DAWBIN, SHE BECAME QUITE SMITTEN THE LONELY LIEUTENANT SHOT HIMSELF, SHOT HIMSELF IN THE HEAD THE POOR OLD SOUL HAD RUN AGROUND, WAS FILLED WITH LONESOME DREAD chorus
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MOORED AND BORED I WAIT FOR YOU OH MOORED AND BORED MOORED AND BORED I MATE FOR YOU MOORED AND BORED MOORED AND BORED I’M LATE FOR YOU MOORED AND BORED MOORED AND BORED I’LL FIGHT FOR YOU MOORED AND BORED MOORED AND BORED I’LL BAIT FOR YOU MOORED AND BORED
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Big Ben 02:22
THERE HE IS! WHERE IS HE? OVER THERE, I DON’T SEE I DON’T KNOW AND I DON’T CARE BIG BEN DON’T EAT ME IS HE A MYTH OR IS HE REAL I’M SURE HE EATS A LOT OF SEAL PADDLE OUT ACROSS THE REEF OH PLEASE BIG BEN DON’T SHOW YOUR TEETH BIG BEN, OH BIG BEN, BIG BEN OF THE SOUTHERN SEA BIG BEN, OH BIG BEN, BIG BEN DON’T EAT ME FROLICKING AT LITTLE EAST DON’T YOU START A LUNCHTIME FEAST SURFING ONCE AT SOU’WEST PASSAGE BIG BEN SENT A SCARY MESSAGE LEE AND JOHN THEY TRIED T’HOOK THE FISHERMAN THEY ALWAYS LOOK IT’S THE TOWN’S SHARK STORY BLOOD AND BONES AND FINS AND GLORY! BIG BEN, OH BIG BEN, BIG BEN OF THE SOUTHERN SEA BIG BEN, OH BIG BEN, BIG BEN DON’T EAT ME BIG BEN, OH BIG BEN, BIG BEN OF THE SOUTHERN SEA BIG BEN, OH BIG BEN, BIG BEN DON’T EAT ME PORTLAND TOWN TO APOLLO BAY BIG BEN SWIMS ALL THE DAY HE PUT THE FEAR IN OUR LIVES IN OUR KIDS AND IN OUR WIVES THEY USED TO TRY AND CATCH BIG BEN NOW HE’S ONLY NAMED BY PEN ARE WE SAFE NOW WE DON’T KNOW WE’LL HAVE TO LET THE STORY GO
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THE PIRATES ARE COMING THE BATTERS ARE A’RUNNING WE’LL PUT LOADS OF RUNS ON THE BOARD WE HOLD EVERY CATCH, CONTROL EVERY MATCH WE PUT OUR OPPONENTS TO THE SWORD WE KNOCK THE STUMPS OUT WE’VE GOT THE SKILLS WE’VE GOT THE CLOUT WE BRING OUR TOWN’S PRIDE TO EVERY GAME WE SHOW DEDICATION, AT EVERY LOCATION THE FLAG IS OUR TREASURE, OURS TO CLAIM! BE AT AVERY’S OR AT COLLEGE WE’RE SURE TO HAVE THE KNOWLEDGE TO BEAT ALL SIDES – THAT’S OUR PLEDGE! (THAT’S OUR PLEDGE!) THE PIRATES ARE COMING THE BATTERS ARE A’RUNNING WE’LL PUT LOADS OF RUNS ON THE BOARD WE HOLD EVERY CATCH, CONTROL EVERY MATCH WE PUT OUR OPPONENTS TO THE SWORD, (TO THE SWORD!)
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OUR MEN ARE OFF TO SEA AGAIN, THE LADIES KEEP THE HOMES THE FIRES WILL BE BURNING, PAY THE DEEDS AND LOANS chorus A HOUSE IS A HOME, EVEN WHEN ALONE I AM A SAILOR’S WIFE! MY NEXT OF KIN, MY SIBLINGS WE’RE PROUD OF OUR BELFAST LIFE! OUR CHILDREN MUST BE FED, CLEANED AND PLACED ASLEEP MILK THE COWS, WORK FOR ‘HOURS EVEN SHEAR THE SHEEP CHOP THE WOOD, CART THE HAY THERE’S WOOL TO BE SPUN DARN THE SOCKS, LOAD THE STOCKS WHAT EVER’S TO BE DONE chorus OUR BEDS ARE OFTEN EMPTY BUT OUR HEARTS ARE NEVER LOW RAISING UP OUR FAMILIES WILD WINDS DO BLOW EVERY TIME WE SAY GOODBYE WE WHISPER TO THE SEA KEEP MY MAN SAFE AND BRING HIM HOME TO ME chorus WE’RE WOMEN OF THE WHARF, LADIES OF THE LOCH THE TICKING OF THE TIME, THE CLICKING OF THE CLOCK OUR LADS ARE OFF TO SEA AGAIN, BUT LIFE IT MUST GO ON WE STICK TOGETHER, WE SING AS ONE, AND THIS IS OUR LADIES’ SONG chorus
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O WHERE, OH WHERE COULD SHE BE ? O WHERE, OH WHERE MAHOGANY ? LOST AT SEA OR LOST AT SHORE O WHERE, OH WHERE MAHOGANY ? SHE SAILED LONG SHE SAILED STRONG O WHERE, OH WHERE MAHOGANY ? LIVES WERE LOST, THE SHIP WENT DOWN O WHERE, OH WHERE MAHOGANY ? THE WRECK WAS FOUND DID THE CREW DROWN ? O WHERE, OH WHERE MAHOGANY ? THIS MYSTERY MUST BE TOLD O WHERE, OH WHERE MAHOGANY ? FOREIGN SHIP OR PORTUGUESE MAYBE SHE WAS TIMORESE? O WHERE, OH WHERE MAHOGANY ?
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I WAS BORN IN IRELAND IN 1826 A CHILD OF 8 ANOTHER LAD IN THE MIX I MARRIED ISABELLA IN 1852 MOVED TO PORT FAIRY, TO JOIN THE SAILING CREW THE RUTLEDGES WERE IRISH, IRISH THROUGH AND THROUGH WILLIAM BUILT THE HOME ‘EMOH,’ HE BUILT IT TO BE TRUE WE WERE THE FIRST TO SETTLE IN NEW BELFAST LAND JOHN AND ME WE CAME ON DOWN, TO LEND A BROTHER A HAND chorus HE WAS NO PRODIGY, HE WAS NO PRODIGAL SON WHETHER OR NOT, THIS IS TRUE, HE DIED WHILST HAVING FUN WE HAD THREE CHILDREN; EDWARD, ANNIE, AND OLD MATE PERCY I AM KNOWN FOR DRINKING AND THE GIVING OF MERCY I BUILT THE HOME “COOINDA” IN 1855 RUTLEDGE AND CO. WAS FLOURISHING THE DREAM WAS WELL ALIVE I STAGGERED HOME DEARLY, LATE IN ‘58 I HURLED MYSELF DOWN THE STAIRS ON MY FINAL DATE JOHNNY STABBED A COPPER AND WAS SENT FAR FROM HERE A BLOODY MESS - US RUTLEDGE LADS - WE BROUGHT ABOUT THE TEARS chorus THE BREAKING OF MY NECK SAW ME DIE ON BALTIC FLOOR MY WIFE AND KIDS WERE HORRIFIED AT THE BLOOD ALL ON THE DOOR I DIED IN THE HOME THAT I HAD POORLY MADE GASPING MY LAST BREATH ON THE FLOOR THAT I HAD LAID THE DAY OF MY FUNERAL THUNDER SPOOKED THE HORSES THEY BOLTED FROM THE CHURCH, AMIDST THE GALE FORCES MOURNERS TOOK THE CASKET TO THE GRAVE SITE LIGHTNING AND THUNDER ROARED WITH ALL ITS RAGING MIGHT chorus WHEN I WAS BEING LAID TO REST ALL OF THE ROPES DID SNAP THE CASKET FELL, IN I WENT, (SUCH AN UNLUCKY CHAP!) I’D FALLEN ONCE, I FELL AGAIN, HEAD FIRST INTO MY GRAVE THE DRUNKEN MESS THAT I ONCE WAS AND STILL I WON’T BEHAVE MY TOMBSTONE READ 32 WHEN MY TIME WAS DONE THE REGISTER OF DEATHS PROCLAIMED THAT I WAS 31 STEGZY SAYS THAT I WAS CURSED FROM BIRTH UNTIL DEPART ‘CAUSE OLD MATE WILLY’S EMPIRE, EVENTUALLY FELL APART chorus LEGEND SAYS MY GHOST IS SEEN UPSTAIRS AND IN MY HOME ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF MY DEATH, IN DARKNESS AND ALONE OTHERS SAY YOU’LL SEE ME AT TOMBSTONE AND GRAVESITE ON THE 17TH OF DECEMBER, AT THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT chorus
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OI AND OI AND OI AND OIGLES OI AND OI AND OI AND OIGLES OI AND OI AND OI AND OIGLES SAILING OVER THE SWELL TONIGHT RODE IT UP THE MUD SO LONG AND THE BIG OL’ SWELL IT CAME RIGHT ALONG THE SHARK IT BITE, THE SHARK GOT NIPPED BUT I WAS ON THE OIGLES TIP OI AND OI AND OI AND OIGLES NIPPITY DEE AND NIPPITY DOO NIPPITY TOE AND NIPPITY LOO AND BIG BEN CAME A RUNNING TONIGHT AND BIG BEN DID NOT SHOW HIS MIGHT OI AND OI AND OI AND OIGLES NIPPITY DOO AND NIPPITY NIGHT
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TICKLE DE....TICKLE DOO TICKLE DE....TICKLE DUM TICKLE DE....TICKLE DOO OH TICKLE DE....TICKLE RUM WELL TICKLE ME A FANCY SHOW ME COFFIN ALLEY TICKLE ME A FANCY THROW IT IN THE STASH! TICKLE ME A FANCY SHOW IT ON THE RIGHT SIDE! TICKLE ME A FANCY RIGHT ON THE LEFT! WALKING SOUTH ON THE NIGHT AND I SAW A LADY TICKLE ME A FANCY FANCLE ME A TICKLE TICKLE ME A FANCY TICKLE ME A FANCY TICKLE ME DOO
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WORK ALL DAY AND WORK ALL NIGHT WE WORK DAMN HARD BUT THAT’S ALRIGHT FIX THE FENCE, SHEAR THE SHEEP WORK ALL DAY TILL WE SLEEP BUT WHEN WE STOP AND WHEN WE DROP THERE’S ONLY ONE THING WE NEED... chorus IT’S A PLOUGHMAN’S LUNCH A PLOUGHMAN’S LUNCH A PLOUGHMAN’S LUNCH FOR ME! STEAK AND EGGS, A CHOP OR TWO A PINT OF MILK, A PINT FOR YOU A PICKLE HERE AND PICKLE THERE HAM AND CHEESE EVERYWHERE chorus A LOAF OF BREAD A JUG OF BEER A POUND OF CHEESE WILL BRING THE CHEER EAT THE CRUMBS AND DO THE DISHES TIP THE HAT AND THANK THE MISSUS chorus
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It's a Grand Old Flag (free) 01:47
IT’S A GRAND OLD FLAG IT’S A HIGH FLYING FLAG IT’S THE EMBLEM FOR YOU AND FOR ME IT’S THE EMBLEM OF THE TEAM WE LOVE THE TEAM OF THE PURPLE AND GOLD EVERY HEART BEATS BOLD FOR THE PURPLE AND GOLD AS WE SING THIS SONG TO YOU (WHAT DO WE SING?) SHOULD OLD ACQUAINTANCE BE FORGOT KEEP YOUR EYE ON THE PURPLE AND GOLD
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Riggy Roger 00:44
OH RIGGY ROGER, RIGGLE RE OH RIGGLEY ROGER, RIGGLE RE OH RIGGY ROGER, RIGGLE RE! OH RIGGLEY ROGER, RIGGLE RE OH RIGGY ROGER, RIGGLE RE OH RIGGLEY ROGER, RIGGLE RE OH RIGGY ROGER, RIGGLE RE! OH RIGGLEY ROGER, RIGGLE RE
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WELL HISTORY CAN BE SEEN IN TOWN, IT’S QUITE A LITTLE STORY IN THE 1850’S WAS BELFAST’S TIME OF GLORY, THE MEN WORKED HARD, THEY RAN AMOK, SOME SPENT THE NIGHT IN JAIL BUT IT’S OFF TO SEA WE SHALL GO! WE NEVER SEEM TO FAIL WORKED THE LAND MADE A PLAN, DID THE BROTHERS MILLS GOLD WAS FOUND IN A NEARBY TOWN, THEY FOUND IT IN THE HILLS BALES OF WOOL NUGGETS OF GOLD AND BUSHES OF THE WHEAT THE COBB & CO. COACH LINED A MUDDY SACKVILLE STREET AND NOW IT’S 44 YEARS SO RAISE A BEER FOR THE TOWN THAT CHANGED IT’S NAME WISHART SAILED IN ’28 PORT FAIRY GREW IN FAME GRIFFITHS RAN THE STATION WHERE THE WHALES WERE KILLED THE PEOPLE CAME IN HUNDREDS AND ATKINSON WAS THRILLED JAMES ATKINSON LAID OUT THE TOWN RENAMED AFTER HIS BIRTH THE IRISH THEY CAME IN DROVES FROM YONDER OF THE EARTH THE TOWNSFOLK PETITIONED, FOR A CHANGING OF THE NAME THE GOVERNMENT IT DID AGREE, AND PORT FAIRY ROSE AGAIN WELL RUTLEDGE & CO. WENT OUT OF BUSINESS THE TOWN IT NEARLY DIED BUT THE ‘COUTA BOAT REVOLUTION IT KEPT HER WELL ALIVE O, WHAT COULD HAVE BECOME OF THIS TOWN WE’RE LUCKY IN HINDSIGHT BUT NOW IT’S BUSINESS AS USUAL – AND FISHING THROUGH THE NIGHT SO NOW IT’S 44 YEARS AND RAISE A BEER FOR THE TOWN THAT CHANGED IT’S NAME WISHART SAILED IN ’28 PORT FAIRY GREW IN FAME GRIFFITHS RAN THE STATION WHERE THE WHALES WERE KILLED THE PEOPLE CAME IN HUNDREDS AND ATKINSON WAS THRILLED THE TRADE IN PORT REACHED IT’S PEAK IN 1853 19 FOREIGN SHIPS THAT YEAR AND SEVERAL LOST AT SEA WELL THE STOCK AND SHIPS ONWARDS THEY SAILED AROUND VAN DIEMEN’S LAND SO SEND OUT THE LIGHTERS! WESTERN SUPPLY & DEMAND WELL THE 1870’S SAW THE DREDGIN’ THE DREDGIN’ OF THE MOYNE THE LARGER SHIPS THEY GRACED THE DOCKS AND SPENT MOST OF THEIR COIN WELL NOW IT’S LAND AHOY ME MATEYS! FROM THE CROW’S NEST ‘COS NOW WE’RE SAILING TO THE PROMISED LAND...THE LAND OF THE SOUTH WEST SO RAISE A BEER, IT’S 44 YEARS FOR THE TOWN THAT CHANGED IT’S NAME WISHART SAILED IN ’28 PORT FAIRY GREW IN FAME GRIFFITHS RAN THE STATION WHERE THE WHALES WERE KILLED THE PEOPLE CAME IN HUNDREDS AND ATKINSON WAS THRILLED
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WELL THERE’S NO MORE DRINK IN THE BARRELS TODAY PUT ME WHITE WASH IN THE WHISKEY WELL THERE’S NO MORE DRINK IN THE BARRELS TODAY PUT ME WHITE WASH IN THE WHISKEY I WENT TO GALLEY AND I LOOKED FOR A DRINK ROLL ON ME WHITE WASH WHISKEY PUT IT IN ME HIP AND I TOOK IT ON THE SHIP AND A WHITE WASH WHISKEY WELL THERE’S NO MORE DRINK IN THE BARRELS TODAY PUT ME WHITE WASH IN THE WHISKEY WELL THERE’S NO MORE DRINK IN THE BARRELS TODAY PUT ME WHITE WASH IN THE WHISKEY
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S.S. Casino 03:27
25 HUNDRED JOURNEYS SHE DID MAKE 1932 WAS THE FINAL SHE WOULD TAKE FOR FIFTY YEARS SHE DID SAIL STRONG SHE’D BRING SUPPLIES AND PEOPLE ALONG CAPTAIN MIDDLETON WAS THE NEXT IN LINE SET OFF WITH HIS CREW, THE CREW OF NINE THE VESSEL WOULD POWER THROUGH THE WAVES WITH HER STEAM THE PRIDE OF VICTORIA, A POWERFUL DREAM SOU’ EASTERLY GALE AND THE HEAVY SWELL THE TICKING OF TIME THE CREW COULDN’T TELL THE ANCHOR WAS PIERCED STRAIGHT THROUGH HER HULL THE SWOOP OF THE SEABIRDS THE SQUAWK OF THE GULL FRANK BARTON RODE HIS HORSE INTO THE SURF TO TRY AND REACH THE MEN FROM THE BERTH A LIFE REEL WAS THROWN ONLY SOME COULD SAVE, THE CAPTAIN WAS LOST, HE WAS DROWNED BY A WAVE HELENA THE STEWARDESS WENT DOWN WITH THE SHIP, NINE MEN AND SHE WOULD DIE UPON THIS TRIP APOLLO BAY NOW A QUIET PORT THE STEAMBOAT TRADE, A DYING TRANSPORT THE SINKING OF ‘CASS’, CHANGED PLANS FOR ALL ROADS CAME A CALLING, AND THE LONG HAUL WE SHALL REMEMBER THE WAY SHE SAILED AND THE TRAGEDY OF THIS SEA TALE
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WELL... ME LIFE AS A SAILOR HAS BEEN A WHILE BUT IF I GO...I’LL GO TO SHOAL I’LL BE OUT ON THE SHELF AND YOU’LL SEE ME NEAR SO SINK ME OFF THE SHELF PLEASE DEAR SINK ME OFF THE SHELF PLEASE DEAR I WANNA GO DOWN IN THE DEEP IN THE SEA SO SINK ME OFF THE SHELF PLEASE DEAR SINK ME OFF THE SHELF PLEASE DEAR SINK ME OF THE SHELF PLEASE DEAR ME LIFE AS A SAILOR HAS BEEN A WHILE SO SINK ME OFF THE SHELF PLEASE DEAR

about

Welcome to our album of songs and stories interpreting the history of Port Fairy.

Port Fairy (née Belfast) has a rich and diverse history, and is widely celebrated as being one of Victoria’s oldest ports, having the oldest continually licensed hotel in Victoria (The Stump), and over 50 National Trust listed buildings.

However, long before Henry Wishart sailed down the Moyne River (circa 1828), the Port Fairy region was home to Gunditjmara, and in particular the Mallun Gundidj (Griffiths Island) and Pyipgil Gundidj (town centre) people. They spoke Dhauwurd Wurrung/Peek Wurrung language and shared a history and culture which stretches out long before the times we have chosen to sing about in this project.
We wish to acknowledge the original inhabitants of this area, and their ancient legacy which can be honoured and felt in the respect and admiration of this area’s natural beauty and force.
The history of this culture and these people is largely untold, but there does exist a tragic history of indigenous genocide, which is seldom spoken of. It is with much research time on the subject and great respect for the spirit of those lost, that this record aims to tell the many stories of the past, encompassing all of the frailty, violence, love, and revelry that has shaped this place.

This album is a combination of both ‘shanties’ and ‘songs’:
Shanties, songs about the ocean, and folk stories are embedded in our psyche via our town’s surroundings and of course it’s own glorious Port Fairy Folk Festival (PFFF) that we have attended religiously since childhood.

It was in 2015 - during a PFFF Shanties at the Wharf performance by Danny Spooner and the Whalers - that we began forming Port Fairy-themed shanty song titles – many of which appear on this album.
The ‘songs’ were written based on hours of devoted research and study by Jordan to understand the true history of Port Fairy town, and during this process the lyrics were factually-checked by Port Fairy Historian Marten Syme.

The ‘shanties’ - due to their nature of being work songs used to aid in an action of sailing or fishing, such as hoisting the sails or hauling the line, or purely to help pass the time quickly whilst working - were written with a greater degree of creative freedom. These shanties are our ‘anthropological guess’ at what Port Fairy & Belfast sailors, sealers and whalers may have sung in the mid 1800’s when the town was finding it’s feet.

We hope you enjoy listening to the album and singing along to the stories about the history of our beautiful hometown, Port Fairy.

Regards,
Jordan Lockett and the Southern Ocean Sea Band.

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released September 5, 2016

Blood & Bones & Fins & Glory

Co- Produced by the Southern Ocean Sea Band.
Production, Engineering, Editing, Mix Engineer & Mastering: Gus Franklin
Production, Engineering, Editing & Mix: James Dyson
Production, Engineering & Mix: Jordan Lockett

Recording Locations:
Melbourne: Electric Dreams, Sheahan Drive, Kindred Studios.
Port Fairy and Surrounds: Crowe’s Nest Studios, “The Beach House” (aka ‘The Last House On the Right’), Lecture Hall (Port Fairy), St. Brigid’s Church (Crossley), Port Fairy Citizens Band Rooms, Lee Morgan’s House / Studio, The Haldane Homestead @ Shaw River (Annie Baxter’s old residence), Beat ‘n’ Track Studio.

Much love and thanks to the following organisations, clubs and people.
We are forever grateful for your support and encouragement.
Creative Victoria, The Port Fairy Folk Festival Committee, Port Fairy Historical Society, Port Fairy Citizen’s Band, Port Fairy Football and Netball Club, Port Fairy Cricket Club, Wishart Gallery, Danny Spooner, Philip Shaw & the Sheddies Singers, Jeanette Hajncl, The Port Fairy Theatre Group, Friends of St. Brigid’s Crossley, Cornel Wilczek & all Electric Dreams Studio Staff, The Haldane family, Jelena Lockett, Marten Syme, Jock Serong, Katie Gane, Marcus Clarke, John Conlan, Matt Neal, Madeleine McNeil, Tra-ill Dowie, Chris Hedges, Jo Grant, Emily Bissland, Chris Sagewood, Sean Lanigan, Thomas Dwyer, Dr Julia Prendergast, Cassandra Jarrard, Len McCall, Tara Shackell, Haima Marriott, Isobel Knowles, Alexandra Kovac, Louis Richter, Jack Kenny, Anacortes, and the families of the Southern Ocean Sea Band.

Many thanks to all the excellent musicians for taking part in the project: see song credits for details.

An art book with corresponding works for each of the songs is also available.
Visit southernoceanseaband.com for more information on the project and where to buy the book.
We thank the dedicated visual artists from the local area who were involved in collaborating in this side of the project:

Oriel Glennen, Jelena Marsic, Jo O’Keefe, Niki Lockett, Jim Pevitt, Vic Irving, Shar Pridham, Katie Gane, Gareth Colliton, Kathryn Weatherly, Madeleine Peters, Amanda Lines, Amy Armstrong, Peter Chamberlain.

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The Southern Ocean Sea Band Port Fairy, Australia

The Southern Ocean Sea Band are a 10-piece band singing historical songs & shanties about their hometown.

Borne directly from the late Danny Spooner’s ‘Shanties at the River,’ sessions, they made their Port Fairy Folk Festival debut to launch their album, 'Blood & Bones & Fins & Glory,' in 2017, and have since toured the regions, spreading their historical songs & shanty love far and wide.
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