Ledge-End of the Fiddler

歌詞

Come hear my tale, you mariners who sail Penobscot Bay You know the granite monument that's visible by day At the entrance of the thorofare that feeds North Haven town It marks the ledge where long ago a young fiddling Tom was drowned. Now Tom was a friend to one and all and a fiddler second to none And a sailor too, but most of all he loved his jug of rum And when the fire was in his bow and the musd was in his eye Folks would flock from field and farm to hear the fiddler's fingers fly. Now the fiddler and Jim Brown set out on the thirty-first of May To play the dance at Rockland thirteen miles across the bay With the wind southeast on the sunlit sea their pinky skipped along Their hearts were full as the rising moon and the air was full of song. Well they jigged and reeled till the midnight hour and the dance was winding down Outside they heard the southwest wind singing a different sound But the boys were full and they must get home so they up and hoisted sail Two drunks alone on the bay at night in a rising southwest gale. Well the reach was fast to the mid-bay bell and the fog was closing 'round Two miles more on the starboard side they heard the Drunkard sound So the half tide ledge off Stand In Point was all that barred their way From the homeward run through the thorofare in the dark before the day. Well the bow stuck hard and it tossed them out on the seaweed covered stone There they stood in the pounding spray, half drenched and all alone They yelled for help from the near-by point, they sang and cried and swore And the fiddler bowed one final reel for he knew he'd sail no more. All they found in the morning light was the empty case and bow And late that year they built their friends a monument in stone But still they say on moonlit nights in the early part of June You can hear in the fog the sound of the fiddler playing his lonesome tune.