Dec. 27, 2018

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by James Riva (author's profile)

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That drawing has been posted awhile. It's hard to do old ships cause no photos of them sailing are around. There's paintings to look at, but a painter's memory is not quite as good as a photographic memory.

James Riva w38533
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FatherJohn Posted 5 months, 2 weeks ago. ✓ Mailed 5 months, 1 week ago   Favorite
James...there are some photographs of old ships available free on my search engine.

If you post a current snail mail address....I could send you a few.

I remain, John Pfister

James Riva Posted 4 months, 2 weeks ago.   Favorite
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FatherJohn Posted 4 months, 2 weeks ago. ✓ Mailed 4 months, 1 week ago   Favorite
Dear James,

I am snail mailing you some photos and some art with battles and pirate ships.

I hope it helps with your art.

Here are the lyrics you mentioned, it is a very old sea shanty and not under any copyright or protection (just so you know).

I also will include in my snail mail the etymology of the Jack Tarr or Jacktar or Jack Tar, depending on whom you ask.

I remain, John Pfister

When first I come to Liverpool, I went upon a spree
Me money at last I spent it fast, got drunk as drunk could be
And when me money was all gone ’twas then that I wanted more
But a man must be blind or be out of his mind to go to sea once more
I spent that night with Angeline, too drunk to roll in bed
Me clothes they were new and me money was too in the morning with ’em she fled
And as I walked the streets alone, the whores they all did roar
There goes Jack Tarr, that poor sailor lad, he must go to sea once more

As I was walkin’ down the street, I run into Rapper Brown
I asked him for to take me in and he looked at me with a frown
He said last time you was on-board with me you chalked no score
But I’ll take your advance and I’ll give you the chance
and I’ll send you to sea once more

He shipped me aboard of a whaling ship bound for the Arctic Sea
Where the cold winds blow through the frost and the snow and Jamaica rum would freeze
Alas I had no luck with me gear, for I’d spent all me money ashore
‘Twas then that I wished that I was dead of safe with the girls ashore

Some days we catchin’ whales me lads some days we catching none
With a twenty foot oar stuck in your hand from four o’clock in the morn’
And when the day is over lads, you sit on your weary oar
It’s then that you wish that you were dead, you’d go to sea no more

So come all you bold seafaring lads who listen to my song
And when you go out on them long trips, pray that you don’t go wrong
Take my advice, drink no strong drink, don’t go sleepin’ with no whore
But get married lads and have all night in and go to sea no more

FatherJohn Posted 4 months, 2 weeks ago. ✓ Mailed 4 months, 1 week ago   Favorite
Dear James,

Here are older lyrics dated to around 1700 to 1800 from the English Merchant Marine.

I remain, John Pfister

When first I landed in Liverpool
I went upon the spree
While money lasts, I spent it fast
Got drunk as drunk could be
And when me money was all gone
On liquors and the whores,
I made up me mind that I was inclined
To go to sea no more

No more, no more
To go to sea no more
I made up me mind that I was inclined
To go to sea no more

As I was walking down the street
I met with Angeline
She said: ”come home with me, my lad
And we’ll have a cracking time”
But when I awoke it was no joke
I found I was all alone,
My silver watch and my money to
And my whole bloody gear was gone

Was gone, was gone
My whole bloody gear was gone
It was when I awoke it was no joke
For my whole bloody gear was gone

As I was walking down the street
I met Big Rapper Brown
I asked him if he would take me in
And he looked at me with a frown,
He said: “last time you was paid off with me
You chalked up no score
But I’ll take your advance
And I’ll give youse a chance
To go to sea once more

Once more, once more
To go to sea once more
I’ll take your advance
And I’ll give youse a chance
To go to sea once more

He sent me aboard of a whaling ship
bound for the arctic seas
where cold winds blow
and there’s frost and snow
and jamaica rum would freeze
but worst of all; I’d no hardweather gear
for I’d lost all my dunnage ashore
it was the that I wished that I was dead
and go to sea no more

No more, no more
To go to sea no more
It was then that I wished that I was dead
And go to sea no more

Sometimes we’re catching whales me lads,
but mostly we get none
with a twenty foot oar in every paw
from five o’clock in th mor’n
and when daylights gone
and the noghts coming on
we rest upon our oars
and o’boys you wish that you was dead
or snug with the girls ashore

Ashore, ashore
Or snug with the girls ashore
O’ boys you wish that you was dead
Or snug with the girls ashore

Come all you sea-faring lads
that listen to me song
when you go a-big boating, boys
make sure you do not go wrong
You take my tip when you come off a trip
Don’t go with any whores
But get married instead, and have all night in bed
And go to sea no more

No more, no more
To go to sea no more
Get married instead and have all night in bed
And go to sea no more

James Riva Posted 3 months, 1 week ago.   Favorite
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