Fine Company
Andy Duinker with Donna Rhodenizer

Lyrics



CALL OF THE OCEAN
(Donna Rhodenizer)

Sailing on the ocean, living by the sea
It's the only place for a fisherman
And old salt flakes like me
Give me briny water, give me crying gulls
And a creaking ship tied to the dock
With barnacles beneath her hull.

And the salt runs free
In the veins of a Nova Scotian
You can try to hide
But you'll not escape the ocean
She will have her way
You will never ever leave her
She will call your name
'til you come home again.

Flowing tides and currents, waves upon the strand
Time to roll your pant legs to your knees
Walk barefoot in the sand.
Building boats and castles
Fragile hopes and dreams
Some are fashioned out of crumbling sand
And some are hewn from sturdy beams.

CHORUS

Tag: She will call your name
'til you come home again.


OLD WAYS

(Gordie Sampson/Bruce Guthro/Jimmy Rankin)

I like my tea as black as coal
She puts it on the night before as the cold wind blows through the summer window
Mary Margaret will you dance for me
She does a step across the floor as graceful as she was when she was seventeen
But soon the morning sun will come she draws the bed and folds her hands
Around her precious rosary and prays

Old ways, old ways never let you down they say
So I'll just take it day by day the only way that I know

Would you kindly bring my fiddle down
I'll draw the bow across the strings you hold the neck and turn the wooden keys around
some unforgotten melody
the hands of time cannot erase although it's one I cannot trace she comes to me
and when the air was finished how the silence was as golden
as the hands and heart from which it had been played

Old ways, old ways never let you down they say
So I'll just take it day by day the only way that I know

Seasons come and the seasons go faces fade like the falling snow, they come and they go.

I like my tea as black as coal….

Old ways, old ways never let you down they say
So I'll just take it day by day the only way that I know
So I'll just take it day by day the only way that I know


ODE TO THE FISHERMEN
(John Gracie)

Go down to the sea, you'll see them there on every rock and wave.
The hearty souls of hardy men, no tombstones mark their graves.
And musty eyes say might words, to this I can attest.
No soul of sea and sailing way found yet a better rest.

From wind and water where we stand, let no man know the way.
The howl of wind and wash of surf have kept me far from bay.
So whistle wind, sea, heave and roar, this man shall sail no more.
The ghosts of rowdy fishermen lie docile on your shores.

Go down to the sea, you'll see them there on every rock and wave.
The hearty souls of hardy men, no tombstones mark their graves.
And musty eyes say might words, to this I can attest.
No soul of sea and sailing way found yet a better rest.

No soul of sea and sailing way found yet a better rest.

SARAH

(Traditional Newfoundland)

I came upon a charming girl and Sarah is her name.
Her parents want a husband with riches wealth and fame.
I have the wealth, but riches and fame have never come my way.
'til the night I went to visit my love, and through the keyhole say:

"Sarah, Sarah, won't you come out tonight?
Sarah, Sarah, the moon is shining bright.
Put your hat and jacket on,
tell your mother you won't be long.
And I'll be waiting for you 'round the corner."

My Sarah is a girl like this, a girl you'll seldom see.
She wants me only for myself and not for my money.
Every night at eight o'clock she puts her needle away,
And standing just outside the door and through the keyhole say:

CHORUS

One night a little after eight I crept up to the door.
I whispered, "Sarah darling" as I've often done before.
"I'll give you Sarah," said a voice and down I went in a flop
Is what her mother sang as she chased me 'round the shop.

CHORUS

Her mother thought she'd finished me and I let her think so too.
I lay there on the floor, oh I scarce know what to do.
At last she said, "Alive or dead, my girl I'll let him wed."
And up I jumps, says, "Thank you Ma'am" and to my girl I said:

CHORUS


MY LOVE, MY LOVE

(Donna Rhodenizer)

"My love my love, I pray you heed my words as I do speak.
I ask that thou my love return; it is your heart I seek.
I must sail on the morning tide, I may not tarry long.
Please favour me with your reply before I must be gone.
I ask that thou would promise to the end, undying love for me.
I cannot take my leave from hence without a word from thee."

"How can you ask my love to speak? Thou knowst I cannot give
My promise to a sailor man who on the shore won't live.
I must rise with the morning light to tend my father's field.
I may not disobey his command, in this he will not yield.
I cannot give what thou dost seek, my love, though it my heart does break,
For I must stay and work the land. Your vow I may not take."

I will return," the young man said, "I pledge this oath to thee.
I will come home and sail no more upon the foreign sea.
We will tarry on yonder hill and watch the setting sun.
We will spend eternity and count the days as one.
But now, my love, I take my leave from hence, please say a prayer for me
Until the day I do return to end my days with thee."

Now this fair maid goes to the hill from morn to close of day,
To sit beside her sailor love who's planted in the clay.
They do tarry on yonder hill where she can see the sun,
He in his eternity and she to wait alone.
"I cannot have what I do seek, my love, though it my heart does break,
For I have lost my sailor love whose vow I could not take
One day, my love, I'll take my leave and come, where thou dost wait for me.
I count the hours until I die and spend my days with thee."


THE LOVE OF THE SEA

(Donna Rhodenizer)

The love of the sea it holds like no other
The roll of the waves and the tangy salt air
She's stormy and gentle and constantly changing
Her song is my blood and I can't turn away.

Although I can't hold her she knows how to soothe me
I hear her voice whisper and call out my name
I'll give of my heart to mortal for breaking
Myself, I will choose for my true love, the sea.

She has my love 'til death us do part
She has all of my soul and all of my heart
I'm not complete unless I am near her
My soul mate, my master, my true love, the sea.

What gifts she does bring in the colours she gives me
The blush of new morning, the sapphire of noon
The red glow of the sun in the evening,
the twilight's deep blue when I bid her goodnight.

Please follow my wishes and when I am dying
return me to her so together we'll be
Her waves will be the arms that enfold me
United at last with my true love, the sea.

Chorus

 

SPINNING WHEEL
(Traditional)

Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning
Close by the window young Eileen is spinning
Bent o'er the reel her blind grandmother's sitting
Is moaning and crooning, drowsily knitting.

Ah merrily, cheerily, noisily whirring,
Spins the wheel, swings the reel, while the foot's stirring.
Slightly and lightly and airily ringing,
Sounds the sweet voice of the young maiden singing.

There's a form at the casement, the form of her true love.
He whispers with facement, "I'm waiting for you, love.
Step up from the stool to the lattice step lightly,
And we'll rove in the grove while the moon's shining brightly."

CHORUS

Now Eileen," in the corner, "I hear someone tapping."
"It's the ivy, Grandmother, against the glass slapping."
"Eileen, I surely hear somebody sighing."
"It's the sound, Grandmother dear, of the autumn winds dying."

CHORUS

So the maid shakes her head, to her lips lays her finger.
Steps up from the stool longs to go and yet lingers.
A frightened glance turned to her drowsy grandmother,
Puts one foot on the stool, spins the reel with the other.

Slower and slower and slower the wheel turns.
Lower and lower and lower the reel spins.
As the wheel and the reel stop their spinning and moving,
In the grove the young lovers by the moonlight are roving.


JESSIE MUNROE

(Traditional)

One fine summer's evening as I was a-walking
Down by Leichester Market I chanced for to go.
I spied a fair damsel, she attracted my attention,
I'll tell you about her as far as I know.

I says, "My fair lady, oh where is your dwelling?
Oh who is your father? I'd fain like to know."
"My father's a blacksmith and he lives down in Liscomb.
And I am his daughter, young Jessie Munroe.

Right fol de die day, right fol de die daddy
And I am his daughter young Jessie Munroe."

"Oh I have fine buildings and lands of my own, love,
And they are by the wayside as you may go.
And you, my dear darling may lie in my arms,
Like a lamb in the bosom of Jessie Munroe.

Right fol de die day, right fol de die daddy
Like a lamb in the bosom of Jessie Munroe."

Now deceitful young Johnny, be gone with such flattery,
Into your buildings I never will go.
Your buildings are shantery, so be gone with such flattery,
There's a handsome laddie for Jessie Munroe.

Right fol de die day, right fol de die daddy
There's a handsome laddie for Jessie Munroe.

"Well be gone now, young Jessie, since you are so saucy
Back to my Betsy again I will go.
She isn't so bonny, but she's fitting for Johnny,
So away and be gone now, young Jessie Munroe.

Right fol de die day, right fol de die daddy
So away and be gone now, young Jessie Munroe."

"Oh I have fine buildings and lands of my own, love,
And they are by the wayside as you may go.
And you, my dear darling may lie in my arms,
Like a lamb in the bosom of Jessie Munroe.

Right fol de die day, right fol de die daddy
Like a lamb in the bosom of Jessie Munroe.

 
Now deceitful young Johnny, be gone with such flattery,
Into your buildings I never will go.
Your buildings are shantery, so be gone with such flattery,
There's a handsome laddie for Jessie Munroe.

 
Right fol de die day, right fol de die daddy
There's a handsome laddie for Jessie Munroe.

 
 
Well be gone now, young Jessie, since you are so saucy
Back to my Betsy again I will go.
She isn't so bonny, but she's fitting for Johnny,
So away and be gone now, young Jessie Munroe.

Right fol de die day, right fol de die daddy
So away and be gone now, young Jessie Munroe.
 

 
 
 


SHENANDOAH

(Traditional American)


Oh Shenandoah, I long to hear you.
Away you rolling river.
Oh Shenandoah, I long to hear you.
Away, we're bound away,
'cross the wide Missouri.

Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter…
Oh Shenandoah, I'm bound to leave you…
Oh Shenandoah, do not forget me…
Oh Shenandoah.

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