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This is Shanghaied on the Willamette’s first recording, released in 1997.
The recording has a strong maritime theme, with a few excursions inland. With 15
tracks, total playing time is nearly one hour.
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Track List
- The Star of Oregon (J.W. Sparrow) listen
- Eagle Alley (Traditional) listen
lyrics
- The Whale (Stuart M. Frank) listen
- Where the Coho Flash Silver (Lloyd Arntzen) listen
- Old Zeb (Larry Kaplan) listen
- Men of Worth (Archie Fisher) listen
- Buffalo Jump (Dougie MacLean) listen
- Chicken on a Raft (Cyril Tawney) listen
- Harbo and Samuelson (Jerry Bryant) listen
- Finnegan's Wake (Traditional) listen
- Come Love Come / Walk Old Shoe, Heel Come A Draggin' (Traditional) listen lyrics
- The Shores of Old Blighty (Graeme Miles) listen
- Rollin' Down the River (Jack Forbes) listen
- Black Jack Davy (Traditional) listen lyrics
- Can't You Dance the Polka (Traditional) listen lyrics
Selected Lyrics
I went to church, I went to Chapel
Pull down below
I went to church, I went to Chapel
Pull down below
Away Eagle Alley
Pull down below
Oh Eagle Alley in the Valley
Pull down below
And on the road I found an apple . . .
And who's been here since I been gone. . .
It's a Yankee mate with his big boots on . . .
And who's been here since I been gone. . .
It's a lime-juice mate with his cheese cutter on . . .
I went to church, I went to Chapel. . .
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Down by the cane break, close by the
mill
Lived a pretty little girl, her name was
Nancy Till
I knew that she loved me and I knew it was
wrong
Now I'll serenade her and sing her a song
Come love come, the boat rides low
Rides high and dry on the Ohio
Come love come, and go with me
We'll go down to Tennessee
I never met a pretty girl in all my life
But that she was some boatman's wife
Boatman dance and boatman sing
Boatman do most anything
Boatman dance and boatman sing
Boatman do most anything
And when the boatman go on shore
Spend his cash and he'll work for more
When you go to the boatman's ball
You dance with my wife or you won't dance
at all
Sky blue jacket and the tarpaulin hat
Look out boys for the nine-tail cat
I've come this way and I'll come no more
Let me by and I'll go on shore
There I'll turn my passion loose
And they cram me in the calaboose
Down by the cane break, close by the mill
Lived a pretty little girl, her name was
Nancy Till
I knew that she loved me and I knew it was
wrong
Now I'll serenade her and sing her a song
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It was late last night when the squire came home
Lookin’ for his lady
And some replied, but some denied
She’s away with the Black Jack Davy
Oh saddle for me my bonny brown steed
For the gray mare’s ne’er so speedy
And I’ll ride all day and I’ll ride all night
And I’ll seek the Black Jack Davy
Oh he rode o’er hills and he rode down dales
Over many’s the wild high mountain
They would say as they seen him go,
"Black Jack Davy he is hunting."
Oh he rode through the bracken
And he rode through through the brush
And he rode through the trees so shady
And o’er each mountain he did ride
Come whispers of his lady
And he rode till he came to the river’s side
All in the morning early
And there he found his own fair maid
In the arms of Black Jack Davy
(Chorus)
Oh I have hawks and I have hounds
That come all to my call-o
So rise up Gypsy, stand aside
And let my lady follow
Oh I will rise when the chill is gone
I’ll rise when I am ready
For your hawks have flown and your hounds have run
And the Gypsy's got your lady!
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O what care I for my goose-feather quilt,
For my blankets pulled up ‘round me?
For tonight I’ll sleep in the wide-open fields
In the arms of Black Jack Davy!
And I’ll take off my Highland shoes
Made of Spanish leather,
And I’ll put on my lowland brogues
For trippin o’er the heather!
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As I walked down through Chatham Street
A fair maid I did meet
She asked me to see her home
She lived on Bleeker Street
And away you santy
My dear Annie
Oh you New York girls
Can’t you dance the polka
And when we got to Bleeker Street
We stopped at forty-four
Her mother and her sister there
To meet her at the door
And when I got inside the house
The drinks were passed around
The liquor was so awful strong
My head went round and round
And then we had another drink
Before we sat to eat
The liquor was so awful strong
I quickly fell asleep
When I awoke next morning
I had an aching head
There was I Jack all alone
Stark naked in my bed
My gold watch and my pocket book
And lady friend were gone
And there was I Jack all alone
Stark naked in my room
On looking round this little room
There’s nothing I could see
But a woman’s shift and apron
That were no use to me
With a flour barrel for a suit of clothes
Down Cherry street forlorn
There Martin Churchill took me in
And sent me round Cape horn
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