Hallgassunk tengerésznótát! - 15. Go To Sea No More by Irish Sea Sessions

Itt az ideje, hogy meghallgassunk ezt a nótát is. Sajnos ez rám is igaz, már ami a címben van, többet nem szállok tengerre...
Azt nem tudjuk, hogy az angol kereskedelmi flotta matrózainak a nótája, vagy amerikai eredetű... de ez nem is számít, hiszen egy jó kis shanty-ról van szó!

One theory is that this song originates from the British Merchant Navy way back. Whether it was originally penned by an Irish, English, Scottish or Welsh crew is not known. Possibly a collaboration? Many folk songs get changed slightly over the years and different versions then become Irish, Scottish or whatever. Another theory is that it originates from the USA (San Francisco) and the original writer could be from almost anywhere! Basically it is a good folk song with advice for seafaring men from all around the world!




When first I landed in Liverpool I went upon a spree Me money alas I spent it fast Got drunk as drunk could be And when that me money was all gone 'Twas then I wanted more But a man must be blind to make up his mind To go to sea once more Once more, boys, once more Go to sea once more But a man must be blind to make up his mind To go to sea once more I spent the night with Angeline Too drunk to roll in bed Me watch was new and me money too In the morning with them she fled And as I walked the streets about The whores they all did roar There goes Jack Spratt, the poor sailorlad He must go to sea once more Once more, boys, once more Go to sea once more There goes Jack Spratt, the poor sailorlad He must go to sea once more And as I walked the streets about I met with the Rapper Brown I asked him for to take me on And he looked at me with a frown He said last time you was paid off With me you could no score But I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance And I'll send you to see once more Once more, boys, once more Send you to sea once more I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance And I'll send you to see once more He shipped me on board of a whaling ship Bound for the arctic seas Where the cold winds blow through the frost and snow And Jamaica rum would freeze But worse to bear, I'd no hard weather gear For I'd spent all money on shore 'Twas then that I wished that I was dead And could go to sea no more No more, boys, no more Go to sea no more 'Twas then that I wished that I was dead And could go to sea no more So come all you bold sea faring men Who listen to me song When you come off them long trips I'll have you not go wrong Take my advice, drink no strong drink Don't go sleeping with them whores Get married instead and spend all night in bed And go to sea no more No more, boys, no more Go to sea no more Get married instead and spend all night in bed And go to sea no more