Monday, 27 January 2014

Fire Marengo

This song originated as a cotton screwing work song. Cotton screwing was easily one of the most labor intensive duties on board (it involved cramming bales of cotton into a ship’s hold) a ship and was typically performed by shore bound sailors, many of whom worked in South American harbors trying to save up money. Stan Hugill (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stan_Hugill) chronicled “Fire Marengo” in his book, “Shanties From the Seven Seas,” but he only had about four verses and there was no melody. Royston Wood (from The Young Tradition) found it in Hugill’s book and added a melody and a few more verses, and the rest is history

I stole these words from this blog, which sadly seems to have died

Lyrics
Stan Hugill's versionThe Young Tradition
Lift him up and carry him along
    Fire Maringo, fire away!
Put him down where he belong
    Fire Maringo, fire away!
Lift him up and carry him along
    Fire Maringo, fire away!
Put him down where he belong
    Fire Maringo, fire away!
Ease him down and let him lay,
Screw him in and there he'll stay.
Ease him down and let him lay,
Screw him in and there he'll stay.
Stow him in his hole below,
Say he must and then he'll go.
Stow him in his hole below,
Stay he must and then he'll go.
When I get back to Liverpool Town,
I'll pass a line to little Sally Brown.
I'll haul her high and I'll haul her low,
I'll bust her blocks and I'll make her go.
Oh, Sally, she's a pretty little craft,
Hot shot to the fore and a rounded aft.
Screw the cotton, screw him down.
Let's get the hell from the Hilo Town.
Bellowhead sing Fire MarengoJon Boden sings Fire Marengo
Oh, lift him up and carry him along
    Fire Marengo, fire away!
Set him down where he belongs
    Fire Marengo, fire away!
Oh, lift him up and carry him along
    Fire Marengo, fire away!
Set him down where he belongs
    Fire Marengo, fire away!
Stow him in his hull below,
It's stay he must but then he'll go.
Ease him in and let him lay,
Set him down and there he'll stay.
Screw that cotton, screw it down,
Let's get back home to Liverpool town.
Oh, screw that cotton, screw it down,
Let's get back home to Liverpool town.
When I get back to Liverpool Town,
I'll cast a line to little Sally Brown.
When I get back to Liverpool Town,
I'll cast a line to little Sally Brown.
I'll haul her high, I'll haul her low,
I'll bust her blocks and make her go.
I'll haul her high, I'll haul her low,
I'll bust her blocks and make her go.
Now Sally, she's a pretty little craft,
Hot shot to the fore and a rounded aft.
Oh Sally, she's a pretty little craft,
Hot shot to the fore and a rounded aft.
(repeat firsrt verse)

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