Southern Island Shoal

© Words and music by Ray Scudero. All rights reserved.

She was born from the earth on a fine summer’s day.
Her father is the wind and her mother is the sea:
Carrying our kinsmen on the raging ocean main,
She hit the Southern Island Shoal and she’ll never sail again.

One hundred feet of timber from the transom to the bow,
A half a mile of decking plank, two tons of lead below.
Such a pretty sight to see all her sails take the wind:
She hit the Southern Island Shoal and she’ll never sail again.

Never sail, never sail,
For the rocks took her keel in the cold November gale.
Ne’er again take the wind:
She hit the Southern Island Shoal and she’ll never sail again.

All hands were at the lines save for those about the wheel
When the rocks split the stem and they tore away the keel.
Hard over on her side and we lost a dozen men:
She hit the Southern Island Shoal and she’ll never sail again.

Now the captain’s been a sailor long as I have been alive.
If he had the strength of one, I’d say he had the strength of five.
He tore away the rigging with a hatchet in his hand:
We hit the Southern Island Shoal and she’ll never sail again.

Never sail, never sail,
For the rocks took her keel in the cold November gale.
Ne’er again take the wind:
She hit the Southern Island Shoal and she’ll never sail again.

With the bowline o’er his shoulder he jumped into the sea,
Brought the line to seven sailors while he pulled another three.
A wave broke right behind him as he caught the last two men:
We hit the Southern Island Shoal and she’ll never sail again.

Now my story’s at an end; we all lived to tell the tale,
How our captain saved our lives when we foundered in the gale.
His heart was broken as his ship; he let the line go from his hand:
We hit the Southern Island Shoal and she’ll never sail again.

Never sail, never sail,
For the rocks took her keel in the cold November gale.
Ne’er again take the wind:
She hit the Southern Island Shoal and she’ll never sail again.

Ne’er again take the wind:
We hit the Southern Island Shoal and she’ll never sail again.




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