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The Tale of the Teazer

Sit a spell, we'll tell a story of a ship from long ago.
Some believe she still is sailing, if you listen we will tell you what we know.
'Twas lieutenant Frederick Johnson sailed the Teazer into war.
She was burned when she was captured,
and her men were made to swear they'd fight no more.

    And the Teazer burned.
    And the Teazer burned, burned, burned, burned, burned,
    and the Teazer burned, and the Teazer burned. And the Teazer burned.
Up from Portland came a vessel, HO! Young Teazer was her name.
Serving in her crew was Johnson, he who swore he'd never fight the king again.
Sailed she boldly into battle, took five ships from British Crown.
'Cross St. Margaret's Bay they chased her, but in heavy fog the Teazer was not found.
    And the Teazer burned…
Sailed she to Mahone Bay waters, in the islands she would hide.
One full hand of British cutters launched to see she'd never sail another tide.
Johnson knew his oath he'd broken and the gallows bore his name.
All munitions in the hold were sacrificed and used to set the ship aflame.
    And the Teazer burned…
Those aboard the Teazer perished, all but eight whom fate did save.
Frederick Johnson was not hanged but chose instead escape into a wat'ry grave.
This young sailor, Frederick Johnson, never more was seen again.
Not so was the fate of Teazer, still she sails among the islands of Mahone Bay.

Sometimes of a balmy evening, water still as darkened glass,
you may see the stars reflect the blazing glory of the Teazer's dying gasp.
    And the Teazer burns….
Words and music by Donna Rhodenizer

© Copyright 1998 by Donna Rhodenizer
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