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Get Her Into Shore (Larry Kaplan) video
#993: YouTube video by Larry Kaplan
©2013 ~ Used with permission ~

Well, we set our traps in the bitter cold,
On the third day of the year;
There was three of us then,
We were the youngest of ten,
Two for lines, and one to steer.
When it blows northeast on the Georges Bank,
You don't like to take your time;
But the engine was old,
It didn't like the cold,
And we fell back on our lines.

Get her into shore,
She can't take it anymore;
We're too far from home,
It's gonna break her bones.
Can't you get her into shore?

Jack throws the switch,
He says, you sonofabitch,
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Well, you've brought us to the poor house
Too many times,
You ain't taking us to our ruin.
But the line went slack,
We saw the stern turn back,
And we started up again;
She just tightened up,
And I knew we were stuck,
Lying broadside in the wind.

Get her into shore,
She can't take it anymore;
We're too far from home,
It's gonna break her bones.
Can't you get her into shore?

Tom picks up the axe,
Cuts us free from the traps,
He swung so hard he smashed the rail;
Then he looks hard at me,
And he spits in the sea,
His face was whiter than the hail.
We tried her again,
Gave her all that we could,
And we felt that screw turn 'round;
And I remember I prayed
For some more steerage way
On that black and ugly ground.

Get her into shore,
She can't take it anymore;
We're too far from home,
It's gonna break her bones.
Can't you get her into shore?

Jack puts her hard over,
So to run with the tide,
But she fell into the trough;
And with her side to the swell,
She just leaned in and fell,
And I knew we all were lost.
And all that I saw
Was that rotten old keel,
With that line flung across her stern;
But I couldn't hold to her,
And I couldn't go down,
I just wished I'd never been born.

Get her into shore,
She can't take it anymore;
We're too far from home,
It's gonna break her bones.
Can't you get her into shore?

Well, the tide runs hard
In the wintertime,
You're a fool to go and try;
God help the poor man
Who was born on the sea,
God save the poor ones who die.

####.... Words and Music by Larry Kaplan ©1977, Hannah Lane Music, BMI ....####
NOTE: These are the official lyrics as contributed to GEST by the author. They are archived here with special written permission from Mr Kaplan, and are NOT authorized by him or any other party to be copied for any purpose whatsoever.

Larry Kaplan noted: "Written one February in Providence, Rhode Island, following a particularly bad ice storm, and thinking about people who make their living at sea in all kinds of weather. A few days after I wrote the song, a Providence Journal article appeared describing a very similar incident, with three lost."


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From Wikipedia:
Georges Bank - large elevated area of the sea floor between Cape Cod, Massachusetts (USA), and Cape Sable Island, Nova Scotia (Canada). It separates the Gulf of Maine from the Atlantic Ocean. Georges Bank is the most westward of the great Atlantic fishing banks, the now-submerged portions of the North American mainland which comprise the continental shelf running from the Grand Banks of Newfoundland to Georges. Roughly oval in shape, Georges Bank measures about 149 miles (240 kilometres) in length by 75 miles (120 kilometres) in width, making it larger than Massachusetts. Located 62 miles (100 kilometres) offshore, Georges Bank is part of the continental shelf. It is submerged to a depth of several metres to several dozen metres; almost the entire bank is at least 330 feet (100 m) shallower than the Gulf of Maine to the north.



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