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Pirate Song (MacEdward Leach)
See also: William Craig And Bold Manone
(Kenneth Peacock)

'Twas on one foggy winter's night
And a foggy night it was,
The weather as thick as buttermilk,
With a dew and a heavy fog.

When Mannin, like a hungry shark,
He ploughed the stormy sea,
He ploughed the sea the whole long night,
Until the break o' day.

Early the next morning,
Just at the peep o' light,
He spied a large and a lofty ship,
To loo'ard of them she lay.

"All hands, all hands, to quarters, b'ys,
Be ready now, men, make sail,
For here is another homeward bound,
And I know we will prevail."

Bearing down upon him,
And shearing up 'long side,
In a loud speaking trumpet,
"Where are you from?" he cried.

"Where are you from?" cried Mannin,
"Now I hope you'll tell me true,
For we have lost our latitude,
About three days ago."

Oh, those poor frightened mariners,
Not knowing what to do,
They were all resolved
All for to tell him true.

"We're the Fame from New York came,
And to London we are bound,
Our captain's name is William Craig,
A native of the town."

"Now, that won't do!" cried Mannin.
"Now, that will never do!
Come, my honest fellows,
Now, come let your ship lie to."

Now, Craig he was a smart man,
And a man of courage bold,
But when he saw his father's ship,
His very blood ran cold.

Then those cruel pirates,
They all took sword in hand,
They rushed aboard o' the merchant ship,
And murdered every man.

They searched the Fame fore and aft,
They ransacked everything,
Until they found this pretty young maid
All in the mate's cabin.

Oh, some they cursed and more they swore,
They'd have her for their wife,
"Now, curse your souls!" cried Mannin,
"Now, I soon will end this strife."

Then he drew a sword all from his side
Without either fear or dread,
He rushed all on this lovely maid
And slivered off her head.

And then those cruel pirates,
Not caring for what they had done,
They rushed aboard of the pirate ship
And jovially they sung.

With brandy on their hats and caps,
So merrily they'd go 'round,
At twelve o'clock that very night
They made the ocean sound.

But early the next morning,
Just at the peep o' light,
They spied another lofty ship,
To loo'ard of them she lay.

"All hands, all hands, to quarters now,
Be ready now and make sail,
For here is another homeward bound,
And I know we will prevail."

Bearing down upon them,
And shearing up 'long side,
In a loud speaking trumpet,
"Where are you from?" he cried.

"Where are you from?" cried Mannin,
"l hope you'll tell us true,
For we have lost our latitude
About three days ago."

But Rodney on the quarterdeck
Made no make of an answer,
"Fight on, fight on, for quarters,
For quarters," the pirates they did cry.

"No quarters, no quarters,"
The man-o'-war men they replied.

"You got the best of quarters
That we can afford,
Fight, sink or swim, me b'ys,
Or else jump overboard.

Fight on, fight on, my heroes brave,
And never be dismayed,
We'll let them know before we go,
That Britain rules the main."

####.... Author unknown. Variant of an American broadside ballad, Bold Manan The Pirate [Laws D15] Native American Balladry (G Malcolm Laws, 1950/1964) ....####

Collected in 1951 from Mrs Thomas (Anastasia Ryan) Ghaney [1883-1959] of Fermeuse, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).

A variant was collected in 1959 from George William Decker [1878-1962] of Rocky Harbour, NL, by Kenneth Peacock and published as William Craig And Bold Manone in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Volume 3, pp.848-851, by the National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.


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