The Little Ship- Haney (AR) 1961 Max Hunter REC
[From the Max Hunter Collection, edited for punctuation and spelling.]
The Little Ship- As sung by Diana Haney, Huntsville, Arkansas on July 5, 1961
Listen: http://maxhunter.missouristate.edu/songinformation.aspx?ID=0595
VERSE 1
There was a little ship
And it sailed upon the sea
And it went by the name
Of the Merry Golden Tree
As it sailed upon the lonesome, lonesome low
As it sailed upon the lonesome sea
VERSE 2
She didn't sail east
She didn't sail west
But she sailed to the south
In a very quiet sea
As she sailed upon the lonesome, lonesome low
As she sailed upon the lonesome sea
VERSE 3
She hoist her sails
And away sailed she
And she sailed till she came
To the Turkish Swivel Lee
As they sailed upon the lonesome, lonesome low
As she sailed upon the lonesome sea
VERSE 4
Th Captain of the ship
Cried, we'll surely have a wreck
Th Captain cried,
We'll surely have a wreck
If we sail upon the lonesome, lonesome low
If we sail upon the lonesome sea
VERSE 5
A little cabin boy
That run along the deck
Cried, Captain, O Captain
What'll ya give me
If I sink 'er in the lonesome, lonesome low
If I sink 'er in the lonesome sea
VERSE 6
I'll give you money
And I'll give you fee
And I have a loving daughter
I'll marry unto thee
If you'll sink 'er in the lonesome, lonesome low
If you'll sink 'er in the lonesome sea
VERSE 7
He fell upon his breast
An' away swam he
An' he swam till he came
To the Turkish Swivel Lee
As she sailed upon the lonesome, lonesome low
As she sailed upon the lonesome sea
VERSE 8
He had a little tool
All made for the use
An' he bored nine holes
All in the hull at once
An' he sank 'er in the lonesome, lonesome, low
An' he sank 'er in the lonesome sea
VERSE 9
He fell upon his breast
An' back swam he
Crying, Captain, O Captain,
Won't ya save me
As they sailed upon the lonesome, lonesome low
As they sailed upon the lonesome sea
VERSE 10
I'll not give you money
And I'll not give you fee
And I'll not be as good
As I promised unto thee
But, I'll leave you in the lonesome, lonesome low
But, I'll leave you in the lonesome sea
VERSE 11
He fell upon his breast
An' down sank he
As he bid a farewell
To the Merry Golden Tree
And they left 'im in the lonesome, lonesome low
And they left 'im in the lonesome sea