Some Fridays you just need a good old romantic mythological sea-faring chantey by the likes of Baby Gramps. This one, "Cape Cod Girls," comes from one of the finest "modern" collections of folk songs, Rogue's Gallery: Pirate Ballads, Sea Songs, and Chanteys.
Ok, maybe purists would beg to differ, but anything that gets me listening to seafaring chanteys has got to be a wonder. This decidedly bawdier song from Rogue's Gallery was previously featured on one of the Sunday Service postings.
There are days when I can't stop playing this song. Looks like this may be one of them.
Cape Cod Girls
Cape Cod girls ain't got no combs
Haul away, haul away
They brush their hair with codfish bones
And we're bound away for Australia
So heave away, me bully, bully boys
Haul away, haul away
Heave her up and don't you make a noise
And we're bound away for Australia
Cape Cod kids ain't got no sleds
They slide down the hills on codfish heads
Cape Cod girls ain't got no frills
They tie their hair with codfish gills
Cape Cod cats ain't got no tails
They lost them all in the northeast gales
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the fish
unaware of the bucket...
a cool eveningIssa
translated by David G. Lanoue
best,
Don
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