Seeing as the lyrics are impossible to find, here: 'Tis of a sad misfortune In the year of '73. I stepped on board a fishing ship, Right off of a drunken spree. Her name it was the Eastern Light As you might understand We were bound out on a salt sea trip To the banks of Newfoundland. On Saturday, being the first of March, When we left Gloucester port, The girls all wove their handkerchiefs As we sailed down the shore. We had a jar of rum on board, And we gathered 'round our crew, We drank our health to those Gloucester girls, Who were bidding us adieu. "It's early in the morning, boys," Our cook, he gives the call, "Get out and get your breakfast, boys, Get out and haul your trawl!" You've scarce got time to light your pipe When your dory, she do go, And you have to make three runs a day, No matter how hard it blows. We fished around them foggy banks, For the space of seventeen days. We boarded a couple of Frenchmen but No brandy could we raise. The halibut, they being kind of scarce, We run our codfish gear. An' our skipper, he swore we'd fill her up, If it took us half a year. We fished around them foggy banks When our skipper, he loud did shout, "Come, hoist aboard your dories boys, And break your anchors out. Come hoist up our big mains'l, And we'll get her under way, Provisions are getting kind of scarce, And we can no longer stay" And now our anchor's on our bow, And we are homeward bound, And when we gets to Gloucester port, We'll pass the glass around. We'll go down to Johnny MacLeod-y's, And we'll have a happy night, We'll drink our health to those Gloucester girls, And success to the Eastern Light. Yes, we'll drink our health to those Gloucester girls, And success to the Eastern Light!
Slight correction on this verse: Come hoist up our big mains'l, And we'll get her under way, For visions are getting kind of scarce, And we can no longer stay" It's "Provisions are getting kind of scarce" - ie, they have to head back to port b/c they're running out of food to maintain the crew!
I love this song and The Dardanelles...fantastic players and stirring arrangements. I just discovered this today and realized what I've been missing. Great great playing.
1873, when the Grand Banks fishery was at its apex. Fishers and schooners from Massachusetts were as plentiful as Fishers and schooners from Newfoundland. We had such powerful connections with New England prior to 1949.
Esp considering all the eastern seaboard of canada and the usa was called newfoundland and new england interchangably untill the war of 1812 on the plains of abraham
'Tis of a sad misfortune In the year of '73. I stepped on board a fishing ship, Right off of a drunken spree. Her name it was the Eastern Light As you might understand We were bound out on a salt sea trip To the banks of Newfoundland. On Saturday, being the first of March, When we left Gloucester port, The girls all wove their handkerchiefs As we sailed down the shore. We had a jar of rum on board, And we gathered 'round our crew, We drank our health to those Gloucester girls, Who were bidding us adieu. "It's early in the morning, boys," Our cook, he gives the call, "Get out and get your breakfast, boys, Get out and haul your trawl!" You've scarce got time to light your pipe When your dory, she do go, And you have to make three runs a day, No matter how hard it blows. We fished around them foggy banks, For the space of seventeen days. We boarded a couple of Frenchmen but No brandy could we raise. The halibut, they being kind of scarce, We run our codfish gear. An' our skipper, he swore we'd fill her up, If it took us half a year. We fished around them foggy banks When our skipper, he loud did shout, "Come, hoist aboard your dories boys, And break your anchors out. Come hoist up our big mains'l, And we'll get her under way, For visions are getting kind of scarce, And we can no longer stay" And now our anchor's on our bow, And we are homeward bound, And when we gets to Gloucester port, We'll pass the glass around. We'll go down to Johnny MacLeod-y's, And we'll have a happy night, We'll drink our health to those Gloucester girls, And success to the Eastern Light. Yes, we'll drink our health to those Gloucester girls, And success to the Eastern Light!
Seeing as the lyrics are impossible to find, here:
'Tis of a sad misfortune
In the year of '73.
I stepped on board a fishing ship,
Right off of a drunken spree.
Her name it was the Eastern Light
As you might understand
We were bound out on a salt sea trip
To the banks of Newfoundland.
On Saturday, being the first of March,
When we left Gloucester port,
The girls all wove their handkerchiefs
As we sailed down the shore.
We had a jar of rum on board,
And we gathered 'round our crew,
We drank our health to those Gloucester girls,
Who were bidding us adieu.
"It's early in the morning, boys,"
Our cook, he gives the call,
"Get out and get your breakfast, boys,
Get out and haul your trawl!"
You've scarce got time to light your pipe
When your dory, she do go,
And you have to make three runs a day,
No matter how hard it blows.
We fished around them foggy banks,
For the space of seventeen days.
We boarded a couple of Frenchmen but
No brandy could we raise.
The halibut, they being kind of scarce,
We run our codfish gear.
An' our skipper, he swore we'd fill her up,
If it took us half a year.
We fished around them foggy banks
When our skipper, he loud did shout,
"Come, hoist aboard your dories boys,
And break your anchors out.
Come hoist up our big mains'l,
And we'll get her under way,
Provisions are getting kind of scarce,
And we can no longer stay"
And now our anchor's on our bow,
And we are homeward bound,
And when we gets to Gloucester port,
We'll pass the glass around.
We'll go down to Johnny MacLeod-y's,
And we'll have a happy night,
We'll drink our health to those Gloucester girls,
And success to the Eastern Light.
Yes, we'll drink our health to those Gloucester girls,
And success to the Eastern Light!
Slight correction on this verse:
Come hoist up our big mains'l,
And we'll get her under way,
For visions are getting kind of scarce,
And we can no longer stay"
It's "Provisions are getting kind of scarce" - ie, they have to head back to port b/c they're running out of food to maintain the crew!
@@ninglorithiel thank you kindly friend! Will update :)
Stunning talent - i play this tune thanks to them.
Stirs a feeling of pride in our trad musicians...back to show the folks in the Old Country!
I love this song and The Dardanelles...fantastic players and stirring arrangements. I just discovered this today and realized what I've been missing. Great great playing.
Class. Lovely song and great arrangement.
WHY AREN'T YOU MORE POPULAR????
Beautiful. Just beautiful
saw you tonight in Greensboro. Your set was amazing
Enjoyed the song nad music, great job
The amazing Amelia Bartellas on fiddle.❤️
LOVE your music!
Awesome performance at the Folk Festival in Greensboro, NC
1873, when the Grand Banks fishery was at its apex. Fishers and schooners from Massachusetts were as plentiful as Fishers and schooners from Newfoundland. We had such powerful connections with New England prior to 1949.
Esp considering all the eastern seaboard of canada and the usa was called newfoundland and new england interchangably untill the war of 1812 on the plains of abraham
Amazing
Tom Power: Can i be in the video? the BBC: No
This cracked me up but he is there for a split second around 3:57.
That Aaron Collis--what an accordion player!
Loved seeing them perform at the Garrick Theatre in Bonavista, NL. Not performing as a group anymore.... but individually, still amazing artists.
Proud Newfoundlander here
proud Newfoundlander
Wayyyyyy underrated
Someone needs to teach that cameraman that a panning shot of the back of a head is not good camera work.
That wasn't a bad shot. Kind of brought the band "full circle" in a matter of speaking. But thanks for letting us know how critical you are
LDS7701 Anytime
"Captains Courageous," anyone? :)
lyrics plzz
'Tis of a sad misfortune
In the year of '73.
I stepped on board a fishing ship,
Right off of a drunken spree.
Her name it was the Eastern Light
As you might understand
We were bound out on a salt sea trip
To the banks of Newfoundland.
On Saturday, being the first of March,
When we left Gloucester port,
The girls all wove their handkerchiefs
As we sailed down the shore.
We had a jar of rum on board,
And we gathered 'round our crew,
We drank our health to those Gloucester girls,
Who were bidding us adieu.
"It's early in the morning, boys,"
Our cook, he gives the call,
"Get out and get your breakfast, boys,
Get out and haul your trawl!"
You've scarce got time to light your pipe
When your dory, she do go,
And you have to make three runs a day,
No matter how hard it blows.
We fished around them foggy banks,
For the space of seventeen days.
We boarded a couple of Frenchmen but
No brandy could we raise.
The halibut, they being kind of scarce,
We run our codfish gear.
An' our skipper, he swore we'd fill her up,
If it took us half a year.
We fished around them foggy banks
When our skipper, he loud did shout,
"Come, hoist aboard your dories boys,
And break your anchors out.
Come hoist up our big mains'l,
And we'll get her under way,
For visions are getting kind of scarce,
And we can no longer stay"
And now our anchor's on our bow,
And we are homeward bound,
And when we gets to Gloucester port,
We'll pass the glass around.
We'll go down to Johnny MacLeod-y's,
And we'll have a happy night,
We'll drink our health to those Gloucester girls,
And success to the Eastern Light.
Yes, we'll drink our health to those Gloucester girls,
And success to the Eastern Light!
@@Sykoze thanks a lot.
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