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The Clipper Ship Dreadnought

from The Lonesome Hours of Winter by The Lost Forty

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The Dreadnought was a famous packet ship celebrated for her speed that carried both goods and passengers between Liverpool and New York in the 1850s and 60s. This song was sung throughout the Great Lakes region and in the maritime provinces of Canada.

lyrics

We have a flash packet, she’s a packet of fame,
She belongs to New York and the Dreadnought’s her name,
And she’s bound for the ocean where the stormy winds blow,
Bound away on the Dreadnought to the Westward we’ll go.

The Dreadnought is lying at Liverpool dock,
Where the boys and the girls on the pier-head do flock,
And they give us three cheers as the tears down do flow,
Bound away on the Dreadnought to the Westward we’ll go.

And now we are howling on the wild Irish sea,
Where the sailors and passengers together agree,
For the sailors are perched on the yard arms, you know,
Bound away on the Dreadnought to the Westward we’ll go.

Now we are sailing on the ocean so wide,
Where the great foaming billows dash against her black side,
And the sailors off watch are sleeping below,
Bound away on the Dreadnought to the Westward we’ll go.

And now we are howling off the banks of Newfoundland,
Where the waters are deep and the bottom is sand,
And the fish of the ocean they swim to and fro,
Bound away on the Dreadnought to the Westward we’ll go.

Now we are safe in New York Harbor once more,
I’ll go and see Nancy, she’s the girl I adore,
To the parson I’ll take her, my bride for to be,
And bid adieu to the Dreadnought and the deep stormy sea.

credits

from The Lonesome Hours of Winter, released November 23, 2018
Brian: vocals, guitar
Randy: mandola

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The Lost Forty Saint Paul, Minnesota

Brian Miller and Randy Gosa (aka The Lost Forty) craft intricate arrangements of rare old songs entwined with the history of the Great Lakes region. Their sources and their approach celebrate two centuries of Irish musical influence on the under-explored folk song traditions of the north woods. ... more

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