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Jack Hinks (Greenleaf & Mansfield) score, MIDI
See also: Jack Hinks (Great Big Sea)
And also: Jack Hinks (Collected by John White)
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Ye muses so kind, that are guided by wind,
On the ocean as well as on shore;
Assist a poor bard how to candle his card,
Without ceasing where billows do roar;
Not of Cupids he sings, nor of country nor kings,
Or of any such trifles he thinks;
But of seafaring, sailmaking, gamboling,
Capering, grog-drinking heroes like Hinks.

When Jack comes ashore he has money galore,
And he's seldom cut short of a job;
He can dress as well now, as many can tell,
With a good silver watch in his fob;
Poor Jack in his life was ne'er plagued with a wife,
Though sometimes with lasses he links;
He's a seafaring, sailmaking, gamboling,
Capering, grog-drinking hero, John Hinks.

When inclined for to spend he walks in with a friend,
And with pleasure he sits himself down;
He tips off his glass as he winks at the lass,
And he smiles if she happens to frown;
Like a rattling true blue when the reckoning comes due,
On the table the money he clinks;
This seafaring, sailmaking, gamboling,
Capering, grog-drinking hero, Jack Hinks.

Bound home the other fall we fell in with a squall,
Near the northern head of Cape Freels;
We were cast away without further delay,
At the thought how my spirit it chills;
We were cast upon rocks like a hard-hunted fox,
Then of death and destruction he thinks;
That seafaring, sailmaking, gamboling,
Capering, grog-drinking hero, Jack Hinks.

Oh, Jack without fail was out in that same gale,
Having drove across Bonavist' Bay;
Old Neptune did rail as he handled all sail,
And then had their two spars cut away;
But Providence kind who so eases the wind,
And on seamen so constantly thinks;
Saved that seafaring, sailmaking, gamboling,
Capering, grog-drinking hero, Jack Hinks.

Oh, death it will come like the sound of a drum,
For to summon poor Jack to his grave;
What more could he do, for you all know 'tis true,
'Tis the fate of both hero and slave;
His soul sails afloat so doleful and soft,
While the bell for the funeral clinks;
Oh, peace to that seafaring, sailmaking, gamboling,
Capering, grog-drinking hero, John Hinks.

####.... Johnny Quigley ....####
Johnny Quigley was a first generation Irish-Newfoundlander from near Ferrans, Ireland. He arrived in Newfoundland in the early part of the nineteenth century, worked as a carpenter in St John's, and wrote his ballads as the self-proclaimed Bard of Erin.

Note: GEST was unable to locate Ferrins or Ferrans town in County Wexford near which historians have noted Quigley lived but found Ferrans situated on both sides of the county line in Meath and Kildare Counties, approximately 36 km (22 miles) west of Dublin, Ireland.

First collected and edited by Elisabeth Bristol Greenleaf and recorded in the field by Grace Yarrow Mansfield. Published with permission of Gerald S Doyle, St John's, NL, as #131 on pp.264-265 in Ballads And Sea Songs Of Newfoundland, (Harvard University Press, Cambridge, MA, 1933; Folklore Associates, Hatboro, PA, 1968).

A variant was also published in Gerald S Doyle's Old-Time Songs And Poetry Of Newfoundland: Songs Of The People From The Days Of Our Forefathers (First edition, p.13, 1926; Second edition, p.9, 1940; Third edition, p.9, 1955).

Also published in Burke's Ballads, p.63, c.1960, compiled by John White and archived at Memorial University of Newfoundland, Libraries, Centre For Newfoundland Studies - Digitized Books collection with the following comment:
"The author of this song, which is certainly a gem, was Johnnie Quigley, the bard from Erin as he was wont to be styled by Newfoundlanders in the old days. He was a contemporary and friend of John Burke. It is a very old song and very few remember the days in which it was written."



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