#00872
The Rose In June (Collected by Goldstein) video
#172: YouTube video by Maureen Musson ©2013
~ Used with permission ~

On the rocky coast of Scotland,
in a little village there,
There dwelt a man of honor,
serving God without a care;
But he was not a man of honor,
but a humble fisherman,
Working hard to earn a living,
his name was Andrew Davidson.

He was the master of a vessel,
and he claimed her as his own,
She was fitted with all was needed,
she was called The Rose In June;
And with eager expectation
he was waiting for the day,
That the time would come for fishing
and the boats would sail away.

Now Andrew had been lately married,
and before he left his home,
Andrew and his wife together knelt
in prayer before the throne;
Asking God for His protection
on his wife while he was gone,
Praying nothing would befall her,
not a danger nor a harm.

And Andrew's wife was kneeling by him,
and she heard his fervent prayer,
Asking God for her protection,
not a word of that for his;
And her heart did sink within her
as she rose from her bended knee,
Thinking of those terrible dangers,
and those perils of the sea!

Now as the summer winds blew softly,
herrin' fishing season came,
Andrew Davidson was preparing,
herrin' fishing was his game;
Andrew Davidson was preparing
with his crew to go to sea,
Not thinking t'would be his last time
evermore his friends to see.

And all night long the storm was raging,
and those angry billows roared,
Many a vessel was tossed and driven
all along that rocky shore;
Their crews was clinging to them,
all seamen, strong and brave,
Praying that the Lord would save them
from a seaman's watery grave.

And all along the coast next morning,
anxious eyes did watch and wait,
The children of those absent seamen,
still returning ships was seen;
Till one by one, those vessels sailed in,
from morning until noon,
Until all were safely anchored,
all but one, The Rose In June.

Whom the seas turned bottom upward,
dashed against that rocky shore,
Her crew was clinging to her,
thinking the storm would soon be o'er;
Andrew Davidson, our captain
in that time of sudden fear,
Called on Jesus Christ our Savior
and he bowed his head in prayer.

Sayin', Come on and sing God's praises,
and at last they all begun:
Dearest Jesus, I am dying,
such a comfort divine,
Such a comfort to know
that the Savior is mine;
Hallelujah, send the Glory;
Hallelujah, amen,
Hallelujah, send the Glory
to revive us again.

But these words were scarcely ended
when the out-wave struck our side,
Tore our captain from his holdings,
and he sank beneath the tide;
Going to join those friends and shipmates
on that heavenly shore,
Welcomed by his lovin' Savior,
praising God forevermore.

And John Allen was our young mate
and he knew he was forgiven,
Let us keep on with our singing,
our captain is in heaven;
And they sang so loud and trilled,
Till they came to this last verse:

Slowly onward we haste
to the heavenly place,
For this is the glory
and this is the grace;
Hallelujah, send the Glory;
Hallelujah, amen,
Hallelujah, send the Glory
to revive us again.

But these words were scarcely ended
when the out-wave burst around,
Tore our young mate from his holdings
and his body too was drowned;
Going to join those friends and shipmates
on that heavenly shore,
Welcomed by his lovin' Savior,
praising God forevermore.

And the rest of the crew was rescued,
but they'll ne'er forget that scene,
In the hour and the moment when
that song they tried to sing;
Oh! Were no sermon ever preached
or experience ever known,
Like the power of that moment,
that time of sudden doom!

Oh, sinner, give your soul to Jesus,
it can never be too soon,
If in heaven you meet the captain,
meet the crew of The Rose In June;
Oh, sinner, give your soul to Jesus,
it can never be too soon,
If in heaven you meet the captain,
meet the crew of The Rose In June.

####.... Author unknown ....####
The video above features a live performance of a variant by Jon Boden and The Remnant Kings at Cecil Sharp House on 1 March 2013.

Sung by Louis Killen, on a tape of the same name, with these notes: "This magnificent ballad was collected from Bill Dobbin, in Blas de Blanc, Labrador*, by Dr. Kenneth Goldstein. Mr Dobbin learned the song as a young man working in the Newfoundland lumber camps. No versions of this song have yet been found in Scotland."

*From Ian Robb in Mudcat.org:
The name of the town that Bill Dobbin lived in when Kenny Goldstein visited is most likely Blanc Sablon. The name somehow became phonetically translated in the liner notes. Blanc Sablon is actually in the province of Quebec, right on the Quebec-Labrador border, on the north shore of the Gulf of St Lawrence. There is a ferry route from Blanc Sablon to Newfoundland.

From Mathew Edwards in Mudcat.org:
The Rose in June was a seven year-old 15 ton lugger registered at Kirkcaldy in Fife, on the east coast of Scotland, Captain Andrew Davidson, on her way from St Monance to Elie in the East Neuk of Fife when she capsized outside Elie Harbour at one o'clock in the morning of Tuesday 17 December 1872. The master and owner, Andrew Davidson, and crew member, John Allan, were both swept overboard and drowned. The boat drifted on shore where the remaining crew of four men were rescued through the surf with lines and belts by fishermen on the shore. The bodies of the two men were found next day and taken home to St Monance. Andrew Davidson was 35, and he left a widow and three children, while John Allan was 22 and unmarried. The rescuers William Marr, Thomas Fernie, William Warrender, Walker Thomson, Jas. Corrybear, Andrew Lowrie, Alex. Meldrum, Jas. Warrender, William Thomson, J.Innes Davidson and Alex. Innes all received awards out of the Mercantile Marine Fund. This was a big North Sea storm, lasting several days, which caused much loss of ships and men all along the East Coast.



line

Index Page
GEST Songs Of Newfoundland And Labrador



line

~ Copyright Info ~

~ Privacy Policy ~

Confirm Valid XHTML 1.0 Transitional Here