Newfoundland Vinyl 3

by Allison Crowe

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“Newfoundland Vinyl” is a perennial favourite attraction of the cultural treasure that is the Gros Morne Theatre Festival.

Conceived by Jeff Pitcher, Artistic Director of Theatre Newfoundland and Labrador, (TNL - the Atlantic Canadian professional theatre company founded in 1979), the hit stage show’s under the Musical Direction of Allison Crowe who’s been with the production from its launch in 2012.

Each Summer Allison Crowe delights in residing in the beauty of Gros Morne National Park - an UNESCO world heritage site located on the west coast of Newfoundland. In working with her wonderfully-talented cast and crew, Allison records a selection of songs to be included in the show repertoire. Once the play’s run its season, she selects some of her favourite tunes to share from this collection.

TNL describes the latest edition: “Hits of the 1960’s, 70’s and 80’s by Newfoundland’s biggest recording stars come to life! For your toe-tapping, tear-jerking enjoyment the music and songs of Ryan’s Fancy, Harry Hibbs, Gary O’Driscoll, Dick Nolan, Joan Morrissey, Bob Porter and more…”

“I have had such a wonderful time learning this year's crop of songs for Newfoundland Vinyl - from waltzes and parlour songs, to torch songs, to songs with the same spirit as 1960s protest anthems and beyond - simply great music from throughout the decades,” notes Allison. “The silly, the sentimental, the sad, and serene all converge in this GMTF show… So, please, enjoy and do sing along!”

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released October 20, 2015

Music arranged, performed and recorded by Allison Crowe - Corner Brook, Newfoundland, Canada.

See individual track listings for songwriting credits.

Album cover photos by Allison Crowe

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Track Name: Up She Rises
Up She Rises

Composed by Bob Porter

When she leaves safe harbour,
Headed for the fishin' ground's unknown waters again;
And you wave goodbye to the friends on shore,
Steamin' with a northern wind.
The waves they roll and the wind's pickin' up,
And the night is comin' on fast;
She turns her back to the island shore,
Through the high waves she will blast.

And it's
Oh, oh, oh, up she rises,
The water rolls off of her deck;
Oh, oh, oh, up she rises,
Guided through the sea by her captain, Jack.
Oh, oh, up she rises,
She's headed straight into the wind;
Oh, oh, oh, up she rises,
She goes back down, but she rises again.

In the morning the winds are calm,
And the waters they glisten with the rising sun;
The captain says all men on deck,
There's a day's work to be done.
We climb the rails, and we hit the deck,
We've reached the fishing grounds at last.
We work the day and hear the captain say,
There's a windstorm coming up fast.

And it's
Oh, oh, oh, up she rises,
The water rolls off of her deck;
Oh, oh, oh, up she rises,
Guided through the sea by her captain, Jack.
Oh, oh, up she rises,
She's headed straight into the wind;
Oh, oh, oh, up she rises,
She goes back down, but she rises again.

When the catch is made, we steam for home,
To a harbour safe and warm;
Through a restless night we toss and turn,
In the winds and waves of a storm.
In the northern gale and a ten foot swell,
She's a-cuttin' through the mighty sea;
And the sound of a song is heard from below,
The men you can hear 'em sing.

Oh, oh, oh, up she rises,
The water rolls off of her deck;
Oh, oh, oh, up she rises,
Guided through the sea by her captain, Jack.
Oh, oh, up she rises,
She's headed straight into the wind;
Oh, oh, oh, up she rises,
She goes back down, but she rises.

Oh, oh, oh, up she rises,
The water rolls off of her deck;
Oh, oh, oh, up she rises,
Guided through the sea by her captain, Jack.
Oh, oh, up she rises,
She's headed straight into the wind;
Oh, oh, oh, up she rises,
She goes back down, but she rises again.
Track Name: Cliffs of La Scie
Cliffs of La Scie

Composed by Gary O'Driscoll

My name is Dan Riley, my story I'll tell,
I went to Vancouver, the big trees to fell,
To view the tall Rockies and the great western sea,
But I left my heart on the cliffs of La Scie.

Now I'm working hard in the lumbering woods,
The days they are long but the money is good;
But when I'm alone, I am longing to be,
Home with my friends on the cliffs of La Scie.

I think of my Mary who cried when I went,
And I'll always treasure those letters she sent;
But now she is married to Bill Emberley,
In a nice little house near the cliffs of La Scie.

Then one day I married a Vancouver girl,
And she thinks that I am the best in the world;
And we are as happy as happy can be,
But I'm far away from the cliffs of La Scie.

You may talk of the good life but none can compare,
To an evening at home in an old rocking chair,
With a smile on your face and a child on each knee,
Telling old stories from the cliffs of La Scie.

But now I am old and my family is grown,
And I live in this damn senior citizens home;
Just a tired old man with his fond memories,
Never to walk on the cliffs of La Scie.

Just a tired old man with his fond memories,
Never to walk on the cliffs of La Scie.
Track Name: Lukey's Boat
Lukey's Boat

Composed by Virtue Kean

Lukey's boat is painted green, aha, me boys,
Lukey's boat is painted green,
The prettiest little boat you ever seen.
Aha, aha, me riddle I day.

Lukey's boat got a fine fore cutty, aha, me boys,
Lukey's boat got a fine fore cutty,
And every seam is chinked with putty.
Aha, aha, me riddle I day.

Lukey's boat got high stop sails, aha, me boys,
Lukey's boat got high stop sails,
And she was planched with copper nails.
Aha, aha, me riddle I day.

I think, says Lukey, I'll make her bigger, aha, me boys,
I think, says Lukey, I'll make her bigger,
I'll load her down with a one claw jigger.
Aha, aha, me riddle I day.

Lukey's rolling out his grub, aha, me boys,
Lukey's rolling out his grub,
One split pea in a ten pound tub.
Aha, aha, me riddle I day.

Aha, says Lukey, the blinds are down, aha, me boys,
Aha, says Lukey, the blinds are down,
Me wife is dead and underground.
Aha, aha, me riddle I day.

Aha, says Lukey, I don't care, aha, me boys,
Aha, says Lukey, I don't care,
I'll get me another in the spring of the year.
Aha, aha, me riddle I day.
Track Name: Fiddler's Green
Fiddler's Green

Composed by John Conolly

As I roved by the dockside one evening so rare,
To view the still waters and take the salt air,
I heard an old fisherman singing this song:
"Oh, take me away, boys, my time is not long.

"Dress me up in my oilskins and jumper,
No more on the docks I'll be seen;
Just tell my old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates,
And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green.

"Now, Fiddler's Green is a place, I've heard tell,
Where fishermen go if they don't go to hell;
Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play,
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away.

"The sky's always clear and there's never a gale,
And the fish jump on board with a flip of their tail;
You can lie at your leisure, there's no work to do,
And the skipper's below, making tea for the crew.

"Dress me up in my oilskins and jumper,
No more on the docks I'll be seen;
Just tell my old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates,
And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green.

"And when you're in dock and the long trip is through,
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lasses there, too;
The girls are all pretty and the beer is all free,
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree.

"Dress me up in my oilskins and jumper,
No more on the docks I'll be seen;
Just tell my old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates,
And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green.

"I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me,
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea;
And I'll play my old squeezebox as we sail along,
With the wind in the rigging to sing me this song."

"Dress me up in my oilskins and jumper,
No more on the docks I'll be seen;
Just tell my old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates,
And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green.
Track Name: Now I'm 64
Now I'm 64

Traditional - As performed by Allison Crowe

I pondered on those days gone by as I sat beside the mill
and gazed upon the setting Sun as it sank beneath the hill
I gazed on it once more, me boys, ’t’was the very Sun I've seen
Well, it's just the same now as it was when we were sweet 16

Oh, how I long for those bright days to come again once more
But come again they never will for now I'm 64

The little fish swim in the brook and wander down below
They swim until, and ever will, as they did long ago
The little meadow by the brook is just as fresh and green
It’s just the same now as it was when we were sweet 16

Oh, how I long for those bright days to come again once more
But come again they never will for now I'm 64

Oh, the past is past and she is gone, on Earth we'll meet no more
But we will meet in Heaven above on that eternal shore
And when we meet we'll part no more, we both will reign supreme
No more to sing of days gone by when we were sweet 16

Oh, how I long for those bright days to come again once more
But come again they never will for now I'm 64

Oh, how I long for those bright days to come again once more
But come again they never will for now I'm 64
Track Name: Johnny's Moonshine
Johnny's Moonshine

Composed by Dick Nolan & Willis Hancock

Now, Johnny was a fisherman who lived out in the bay,
He made a little moonshine to pass the time away;
He made a little moonshine, a very special brew,
It caused the b'ys to cross their eyes, that good old mountain dew.

The constable he came around, to Johnny he did say,
"I'd like to know who makes the moonshine out here in the bay."
Now, Johnny being no one's fool, quickly he replied,
"Same man who makes the sunshine out in Sunnyside."

A rat in Johnny's cellar was having quite a scoff,
So Johnny put some moonshines in, hopes would kill him off;
The rat he staggered out that night and sang out loud and clear,
"I'll black the eyes of any cat this side of Carbonear."

Well, the Parson said to Johnny, "Now, Johnny, you must know,
If you keep drinking moonshine, to hell you'll surely go."
"Now, Parson," answered Johnny, "'tis plainly to be seen,
I use it in me motorboat instead of gasoline."

Well, Johnny died and went aloft, Saint Peter he did meet,
He noticed Johnny wasn't very steady on his feet;
He said to Johnny, "What is that you've got there in your hand?"
"Don't worry, b'y," said Johnny, "it's just a moonshine can."

"Well, you cannot take it with you," Saint Peter he did say,
"You'll have to leave your moonshine can outside the pearly gate."
Well, Johnny thought it over and told Saint Peter, "No!
I guess I'll take me moonshine can and trudge on down below."
Track Name: Snowy Night
Snowy Night

Composed by Pamela Morgan & Noel Dinn

Snowy night in winter,
Intent upon staying till blossoms insist;
The trees await the robin's song,
The nightwind dries her useless tears.

The moon is waning....
She dreams....
Dreams of her love and his lady,
Their tryst has been betrayed.

In the still of the night she hears,
Whispered secrets, kisses deep;
Echoes of the timeless world,
She thought would last forever.

She'll wander through the years,
Wondering if the pain will end;
Lose a lover, gain a friend,
Nothing golden lingers.

She wonders how it happened,
He's gone.... He now loves another;
On a snowy night in winter,
Intent upon staying till blossoms insist.

She wonders how it happened,
He's gone.... Gone;
On a snowy night in winter,
Intent upon staying till blossoms insist.
Snowy night in winter,
Intent upon staying till blossoms insist.
Track Name: The Boston Burglar
The Boston Burglar

Traditional

I was born and reared in Boston,
A place you all know well,
Brought up by honest parents,
The truth to you I'll tell;
Brought up by honest parents,
And reared most tenderly,
Until I became a sporting lad
At the age of twenty-three.

Well, my character was broken,
And I was sent to jail,
My friends and parents did their best
For to get me out on bail;
But the jury they found me guilty,
And the judge he wrote it down,
For breaking of the Union Bank,
You are sent to Charlestown.

I can see me dear old father,
Standing at the bar,
And likewise my dear mother,
Tearing out her hair;
Tearing out her old gray locks,
As the tears came tumbling down,
My son, my son, what have you done,
To be sent to Charlestown?

Well, I stepped aboard an east bound train
One cold December day,
And at every station I passed by,
You could hear the people say:
Ah! There goes the Boston burglar,
In strong irons he is bound,
For breaking of the Union Bank,
He is sent to Charlestown.

There's a girl in Boston city,
A girl I know so well,
And if I had my liberty,
With her I mean to dwell;
If I had my liberty,
Rough company I would shun,
And likewise walking late at night,
And likewise drinking rum.

Oh, you that have your liberty,
Keep it if you can,
And don't go midnight rambling,
Or you'll break the laws of man;
And if you do you're sure to rue,
And you'll end up just like me,
And sentenced down to twenty years
In the penitentiary.
Track Name: The Glow of the Kerosene Light
The Glow of the Kerosene Light

Composed by Wince Coles

I remember the time when my grandpa and I,
Would sit by the fire at night;
And I'd listen to stories of how he was there,
By the glow of the kerosene light,
By the glow of the kerosene light.

He said: Mom and Dad sent me off to school,
Where I learned how to read and to write;
And they listened for hours, as I read from my books,
By the glow of the kerosene light,
By the glow of the kerosene light.

Your grandma and I, we were wed at sixteen,
Lord, she was a beautiful sight;
And proudly I placed the ring on her hand,
By the glow of the kerosene light,
By the glow of the kerosene light.

About one year later, your daddy was born,
And your grandma held my hand so tight;
Oh! I can't tell the joy, as she brought forth new life,
By the glow of the kerosene light,
By the glow of the kerosene light.

But having her child, it did weaken her soul,
She just wasn't up to the fight;
But she looked so peaceful, as she went to her rest,
By the glow of the kerosene light,
By the glow of the kerosene light.

Then, as now, the times they were hard,
To succeed you would try all your might;
But sometimes love blooms, and sometimes dreams die,
By the glow of the kerosene light,
By the glow of the kerosene light.

By the glow of the kerosene light.
Track Name: Green, Green, Grass of Home
Green, Green, Grass of Home

Parody of Claude Putman, Jr's original

The old hometown looks the same,
As I fall down from the train;
And there to meet me is Joe Smallwood and John Crosbie.
Down the lane I look, and there runs Neary,
Lookin' oh so sad and weary;
It's good to smoke the green green grass of home.

Yes, they've all come to meet me,
Arms a-reachin', smiling sweetly;
It's so good to smoke the green green grass of home...

The old house is still standing,
But our treasury has run dry;
And there's that old seat that Valour used to sit on.
Down the lane I look, and there runs Rossy,
Chasin' after our old cow Bossy;
We're gonna have some green green grass at home.

Yes, they've all come to meet me,
Arms a-reachin', smiling sweetly;
It's so good to smoke the green green grass of home...

And then I wake and look around me,
Ah, what a sorry lot that surrounds me;
And then I realize that I was only dreamin'.
For there's Frank Moores, and here comes Walter Carter,
And they're doing everything they oughter;
And we'll still smoke the green green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to see me,
In the shade of the old oak tree;
As he lays me in the green green grass of home!
Track Name: The Irish Rover
The Irish Rover

Traditional

In the year of our Lord eighteen-hundred and six
we set sail from the cold sea of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
for the grand city hall of New York

We'd an elegant craft, we was rigged fore and aft
and, oh, how the trade winds drove her
She had twenty-seven masts and she stood several blasts
and they called her The Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
and a chap from West Meath called Malone

Oh, there was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk, as a rule
and fighting Bill Casey from Dover
And your man, Nick McCann from the banks of the Bann
was the skipper of The Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of bones
We had three million bales of old nanny goat tails
We had four million barrels of stones

We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides of old blind horses' hides
in the hold of The Irish Rover

We had sailed several years when the measles broke out
and the ship lost its way in the fog
And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two
just meself and the captain's old dog

Then the ship struck a rock - Oh, Lord, what a shock
It turned the damned thing over
It turned nine times around - and the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of The Irish Rover
Track Name: The Foggy Shores of Home
The Foggy Shores of Home

Composed by Gary O'Driscoll
As performed by Allison Crowe

I've sailed upon the ocean wide,
I've sailed the world around;
I've sailed on barques and brigantines,
From Lisbon to St John's.
I've sailed where the ocean tossed and rolled,
I've sailed where the ocean foams;
I've sailed where the ice floes thunder and roll,
To bring the white coats home.

Wherever you may ramble,
Wherever you may roam,
Wherever you may be,
You'll be happy to see,
The foggy shores of home.

I've sailed down to the South Sea Isles,
I've sailed where the trade winds come;
I've sailed on schooners listing low,
To bring home 'backey and rum.
I've sailed to the city of New York,
To labour in the sky;
High above the streets below,
To home my heart would fly.

Wherever you may ramble,
Wherever you may roam,
Wherever you may be,
You'll be happy to see,
The foggy shores of home.

One day I will sail back home,
To my dear foggy shore;
I'll plough the ground of my hometown,
And go to sea no more.

Wherever you may ramble,
Wherever you may roam,
Wherever you may be,
You'll be happy to see,
The foggy shores of home.

Wherever you may ramble,
Wherever you may roam,
Wherever you may be,
You'll be happy to see,
The foggy shores of home.
Track Name: I Had a Hat (When I Came In)
I Had a Hat (When I Came In)

Composed by James Mooney

I had a hat when I came in and I hung it on the rack,
And I'll have a hat when I go out or I'll break somebody's back;
I'm a decent man, I am, I am, and I don't want to shout,
But I had a hat when I came in and I'll have a hat when I go out!

Casey wore his brand new hat to Murphy's wake last night,
Someone stole his hat and, boys, it started up a fight;
Casey smashed the furniture, the radio as well,
He nearly woke the corpse up when he began to yell:

Oh, I had a hat when I came in and I hung it on the rack,
And I'll have a hat when I go out or I'll break somebody's back;
I'm a decent man, I am, I am, and I don't want to shout,
But I had a hat when I came in and I'll have a hat when I go out!

Casey kept on shouting, boys, they couldn't keep him quiet,
Someone phoned up for the cops to come and stop the riot;
Two cops rushed into the room, but Casey laid them out,
He fired them through the window, they both heard Casey shout:

Oh, I had a hat when I came in and I hung it on the rack,
And I'll have a hat when I go out or I'll break somebody's back;
I'm a decent man, I am, I am, and I don't want to shout,
But I had a hat when I came in and I'll have a hat when I go out!

Casey kept on shouting, boys, till one-eyed Paddy Flynn,
Socked him on the whiskers with a great big rolling pin;
He knocked poor Casey senseless, it was an awful clout,
As he lay there unconscious Casey kept on shouting out:

Oh, I had a hat when I came in and I hung it on the rack,
And I'll have a hat when I go out or I'll break somebody's back;
I'm a decent man, I am, I am, and I don't want to shout,
But I had a hat when I came in and I'll have a hat when I go out!

I had a hat when I came in and I hung it on the rack,
And I'll have a hat when I go out or I'll break somebody's back;
I'm a decent man, I am, I am, and I don't want to shout,
But I had a hat when I came in and I'll have a hat when I go out!