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Weaving the Nets
01:54
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Jenny’s out upon the sea
A-dragging nets all day
Working hard and working long
Bringing home her pay
Shed the warp and lay the weft
A hundred thousand times
And swiftly may thy needle flash
And fastly hold thy lines
Billy rises with the sun
And at the quay by dawn
He’s there to bring the eelboats in
He’s there to greet the morn
Shed the warp and lay the weft
A hundred thousand times
And swiftly may thy needle flash
And fastly hold thy lines
Aggie’s up upon the frame
Leather tanned in hand
A-fixing every stitch in place
And dancing ‘cross the sand
Shed the warp and lay the weft
A hundred thousand times
And swiftly may thy needle flash
And fastly hold thy lines
(Instrumental)
Jonny’s not returned they say
Fell he from the mast
And rest him down beneath the waves
Where Unn shall hold him fast
Shed the warp and lay the weft
A hundred thousand times
And swiftly may thy needle flash
And fastly hold thy lines##
Richfolk they are plenty proud
And chanters with their bone
But Fisherfolk are honest folk
Who look after our own
Shed the warp and lay the weft
A hundred thousand times
And swiftly may thy needle flash
And fastly hold thy lines
Shed the warp and lay the weft
A hundred thousand times
And swiftly may thy needle flash
And fastly hold thy lines
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Polly
03:06
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Polly, my Polly, tell me where are you going?
O’er mountain and main to the end of the sea
Though you sail all the world it is seldom you’ll find
A sweet little girl that’s as pretty as me
Polly, my Polly, oh more won’t you tell me?
Softer than peaches is my golden skin
And green are my eyes like the water so sparkling
But my heart is all riddled and rotten with sin
Polly, my Polly, oh what are you doing ?
I’m painting my face oh so pretty and neat
For to lure a young sailor girl down to her doom
And I’ll skin her from her bones from her head to her feet
Polly, my Polly, oh what shall we be doing?
We’ll find us some rich folk and we’ll slay them all dead
And I’ll whetstone my knife oh so sharp for the cutting
And we’ll live out all our jolly lives with crowns on our heads
Polly, my Polly, oh what is this you’ve done to me?
Darling, my darling, oh I did it for thee,
I’ve kissed thee with kisses and filled thee with fungus
And soon all of inside you you’ll be rotten as me
Polly, my Polly, tell me where are you going?
O’er mountain and main to the end of the sea
Though you sail all the world it is seldom you’ll find
A sweet little girl that’s as pretty as me
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Elvery Jack
00:58
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Elvery Jack, Elvery Jack
Twist his bones and bend his back
Give us our ale and give us our bread
Or Jack shall swallow you, foot to head
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Eald Bycatch
03:25
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Sail away, haul away, anchors away
Haul in thy nets at the end of the day
Tidy thy lines and let none go astray
Else Bycatch shall catch thee and drag thee away
White is the crest and the furrow is deep
Down through the darkness our nets slowly creep
Out in the night while the folk are asleep
Pray gentle Unn for our souls to keep
Sail away, haul away, anchors away
Haul in thy nets at the end of the day
Tidy thy lines and let none go astray
Else Bycatch shall catch thee and drag thee away
Black is the storm cloud that stirs up the water
Swift is the boat, and as sleek as an otter
Sharp-eyed the sailor who quickly shall spot her
So we pursue her and bring her to slaughter
Sail away, haul away, anchors away
Haul in thy nets at the end of the day
Tidy thy lines and let none go astray
Else Bycatch shall catch thee and drag thee away
Red is the deck with the blood we have spilled
Slick is the deck with the gore of the killed
Strong blows the wind homeward icy and chilled
To our children with bellies that need to be filled
Sail away, haul away, anchors away
Haul in thy nets at the end of the day
Tidy thy lines and let none go astray
Else Bycatch shall catch thee and drag thee away
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Let me sing you a song of the sea my beloved,
Let me sing you to slumber once more
So sail with me now ‘cross the billowing waves
Tell we come safe at last to the shore
Though the deeps they are darksome and daunting, my love
My sweet castaway need not beware
For I’ll gently and quietly cradle thy heart
And I’ll treat thee with greatest of care.
Let me sing you a song of the sea my beloved,
Let me sing you to slumber once more
So sail with me now ‘cross the billowing waves
Tell we come safe at last to the shore.
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Eeler's Choice Whitby, UK
Original music from the maritime fantasy audiodrama Eeler's Choice
Show art by Percival Shaw (@PEPOHKI)
