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It’s all according to Muriel C. Bagonia
(Background) – She’s half way there, It’s a miracle, There she goes
* Barrow, borrow, sorrow, narrow minds are just a joke

Farewell and adieu to you, noble hearties
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain
I’ve received my orders for to sail for the Deadman
But I hope with the Grand Fleet to see you again
I have hove my ship to, main topsail aback, boys
I have hove my ship to, for to strike soundings clear
The black scud aflyin’, by God’s blessing damn me
Right up the channel for the Deadman I’ll steer
I have worried through waters that are called the doldrums
I’ve growled at Sargasso that clogs while ye grope
Blast my eyes but the lightship is hid by the mist, boys
Flying Dutchman–odd bobbs–off the Cape of Good Hope!
But what’s this I feel fanning my cheek, Matt?
The white gooney’s wing–land ho–’tis the Cape!
Give my kit to the mess, Jock, for kin none is mine none
And tell Holy Joe to avast with the crepe
“Dead reckoning” says Joe “it won’t do to go by”./ But they doused all the light, Matt, in sky t’other night.
Dead reckoning is good for to sail for the Deadman
And Tom Deadlight, he thinks he may reckon near right

Tom Deadlight
Music by Ted Porter, words unknown

I woke up one morning in the spring of ’65
Considering myself lucky to be found alive
I hitched up my mule my business to pursue
Instead of hauling four loads I only hauled two
I had my fill of plowing before the sun was high
The sunshine made my head feel strange, it was an honest try
I unhitched my mule, saddled up my mare and
Went down to the grocery to see what’s doin’ there
Farming folk from miles around were gathering in the store
All saying how they never left their plow so soon before
While talking of the mysteries of God’s unfolding will
Old Man Hawkins brought a load of whiskey from his still
None of us had ever drunk so early in the day
Since today was special we got drunk anyway