"...and hear your mess-mates tell you all of the dangers of the sea" ~ The Water Witch

Newfoundland Vinyl II

by Allison Crowe

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“It’s here! Allison Crowe just released Newfoundland Vinyl II and it’s the perfect followup to her traditional folk masterpiece, Newfoundland Vinyl,” says Muruch, the discerning culture blog. “Like its predecessor, Newfoundland Vinyl II is comprised of traditional Canadian, Irish and Scottish folk songs newly arranged, performed, produced and engineered by Allison Crowe.”

On this album, Crowe’s amazing talent in service of songs roves o’er centuries-old carols to a modern canon of such stellar writers as Gary O’Driscoll, Ron Hynes, Al Pittman and Andy Vine – and tunes originally performed by such popular acts as Corey & Trina, Figgy Duff, & Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers.

Allison Crowe’s voice, guitar, fiddle, mandolin, tin-whistle, percussion, arrangements, engineering, production and photography come together – with guest backing vocals by NL actor/teacher Adam Brake (on "Out from St. Leonard’s").

The album further celebrates a creative bond between Crowe, the internationally-loved touring and recording artist, and Theatre Newfoundland and Labrador, the professional theatre company founded on the island’s west coast in 1979.

Each Summer from 2012 through 2015 Allison Crowe's served as Musical Director of "Newfoundland Vinyl" - a perennial favourite at the Gros Morne Theatre Festival. Theatre Newfoundland and Labrador's Artistic Director Jeff Pitcher, who conceived the hit stage show, remarks: "No matter where she is in this world, that voice, that conviction, it crosses all borders. She's one of those rare artists that fits into any culture, any community because she is who she is - an incredible talent."

Heralding “Newfoundland Vinyl II”, the Celtic Music Fan blog says: “It is about singing from the heart. It is about singing the songs of people that have been passed from every generation.”

Of her immersions as Musical Director with TNL, and the melodic bounty that’s landed, Allison Crowe notes: "There is so much wonderful music - you could piece together multiple anthologies and still only scratch the surface of such an extensive and rich collection. Each of these songs is its own story, of land and sea, of people, and each story in-and-of-itself could be an entire show. I’m truly grateful that you are here to hear the story these songs have to offer.” She gives special thanks to “the incredibly talented and versatile” casts and crews of TNL’s productions for their inspiration.

REVIEWS - Allison Crowe’s “Newfoundland Vinyl” LP:

“Simplicity, leisure and sensuality are all found in Newfoundland Vinyl II.There are also different instruments- both traditional and modern , appearing in each song... The enduring sentiments in all these songs make them powerful and no matter how you sing them – you sing the toils, pains,heartbreak and joy of souls across time.” ~ Baxter Labatos, Celtic Music Fan blog - full review @ celticmusicfan.wordpress.com/2014/12/17/two-new-albums-by-allison-crowe

“The perfect followup to her traditional folk masterpiece” ~ Muruch culture blog- full review @ www.muruch.com/2014/12/allisoncrowe-vinyl2.html

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released December 2, 2014

Allison Crowe - voice, guitar, fiddle, mandolin, tin-whistle, percussion, arranger, engineer, producer and photographer

Adam Brake - backing vocals ("Out from St. Leonards'")

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Track Name: (Area Code) 709
(Area Code) 709

Composed by Eddie Coffey & Dennis Adamson
Performed by Allison Crowe

709-722
the other four numbers I don't have a clue.
Four other numbers that I had to find
for area code 709

She was standing there by the phone
She was trying to place a call back home
"Operator, are you on the line?"
"Give me area code 709."

709-722
The other four numbers I don't have a clue
Four other numbers that I had to find
for area code 709

709-722
The other four numbers I don't have a clue
Four other numbers that I have to find
For area code 709

Then a voice came on loud and clear
"All your packages are CP Air"
Then I saw her standing there in the line
Just by area code 709
0-0-0

709-722
The other four numbers I don't have a clue
Four other numbers that I had to find
for area code 709

I' been calling since she went back home
and I think I'm gonna lose my phone
All my buddies think I'm outta my mind
because of area code 709
0-0-0

709-722
The other four numbers I don't have a clue
Four other numbers that I have to find
For area code seven-o-nine.
0-0-0

709-222
The other four numbers I don't have a clue;
Four other numbers that I had to find
for area code 709

0-0-0
Track Name: Woman of Labrador
Woman of Labrador

Composed by Andy Vine
Performed Allison Crowe

Woman of Labrador
children 'round your cabin door
wondering when their daddy will be home.
He's gone on the trapping lines
seems like such a long long time
since he waved his last farewell
and let you alone.

Woman of Labrador
turn your mind to daily chores
hunting and catching fish
to feed your family.
At night when they're all in bed
you go outside and raise your head
watch the Northern Lights go dancing
high over the sea.

Daughter of Labrador
those days are here no more
You wonder if your baby will ever understand
the hardship that you endured
when everyone you knew was poor
sharing everything you had
and living off the land.

Woman of Labrador
children 'round your cabin door
wondering when their daddy will be home.
He's gone on the trapping lines
seems like such a long long time
since he waved his last farewell
and let you alone.
Track Name: Tarry Trousers
Tarry Trousers

Traditional
Performed by Allison Crowe

As I roved out one fine Summer's ev'ning
to view those flow'rs and to take the air
't'was there I spied a tender mother
talking to her daughter dear

Singing, "Daughter, o daughter, I'll have you to marry"
"No longer to live a sweet single, life"
"O mother, o mother, I 'd rather to tarry"
"To be some brave young sailor's wife"

"A sailor shy sits all for to wander"
"To some foreign count'r'y he'd go"
"They will cause you to sigh and to murmur"
"They will prove your overthrow"

"Or, if you could get me to wed with a farmer"
"To be your joy and heart's delight"
"But give me the boy with the tarry, tarry trousers"
"To shine in my eyes like a diamond bright"

She hung her head on the top of her shoulders
Tears from her eyes like a fountain flowed
"I'll stay at home and be true-hearted"
"whilst my love to the sea doth go"

"Hark, o hark, how the great guns are rattling"
"Big and small, they all make noise"
"My true love's in the field of battle"
"Now fight on, my gallant boy"
Track Name: The Water Witch
The Water Witch

Author Unknown - Original Newfoundland Song
Performed by Allison Crowe

All true-born Newfoundlanders pray harken unto me
and hear your mess-mates tell you all of the dangers of the sea.
You all remember Pouch Cove well and the true sons so brave
who saved the crew of The Water Witch so near a wat'ry grave.

On Christmas Eve this craft did leave as loud the wind did roar.
And on a reef she came to grief not far from the Pouch Cove shore,
a place well called the Horrid Gulch the schooner headed on.
And in the twinkling of an eye three poor, dear, souls were gone.

Two seamen from The Water Witch leapt when they heard the shock.
The rest belonged to that doomed ship were huddled on a rock
to wait for hours through hail and showers as loud the sea did dash,
and t'see their schooner breaking hard on the cliff did crash.

Punts, ropes and lanterns soon were brought by kind and willing hands.
The shrieks of females in distress our fishermen could not stand.
And how to face the Horrid Gulch six hundred feet to go
to save those souls half dead with cold who waited down below.

Brave Alfred Moores, a Pouch Cove man, "I'll take the lead," he cried
while 'round his waist strong hempen ropes with heavy knots they tied.
And now strong men are on the top to lower him o'er the cliff
to dash our hero down below 'neath blinding snow and drift.

Three times they swung him in the dark, through blinding drift and cold,
before his feet could get a place to give him any hold.
At last he found a resting place just 'neath a shelving stone
where he could see those souls below and hear each dismal moan.

And now to save this shipwrecked crew his heart is filled with hope.
Six more brave Pouch Cove 'men like heroes man the rope.
And now a small hand-line by Moores he managed for to lower
'til a' The Water Witch's crew all landed safe on shore.

But, hark - another scream is heard! The people get a shock.
Another female left below to perish on the rock
when Alfred makes another dash, as loud the wind do roar,
and brings the woman in his arms in safety to the shore.

The news was soon in town next day about The Water Witch.
The whole community got a shock - the poor as well as rich.
The Governor soon sent home the word, in letters bold and grand,
to tell ' the pluck of the fishermen belong to Newfoundland.

The Humane Society of Liverpool did very soon send here
gold medals for our fishermen that never knew no fear.
The Governor's Lady pinned them on, those medals rare and rich,
the Pouch Cove men who saved the lives a' board The Water Witch.

So here's success to our bold men who risk, in storms and breeze,
their precious lives for saving souls who venture on the seas.
May peace and plenty be their lot, oh, this true and sterling band.
Brave Alfred Moores and all the rest belong to Newfoundland.
Track Name: Out from St. Leonard's
Out from St. Leonard's

Composed by Gary O'Driscoll
Performed by Allison Crowe

In the mid-1960s the news rang out clear
Pack your bags and your nets, you must get out of here
Take your picks and your shovels, your rakes and your hoes
The government says you must pack up and go.

And it's out from St. Leonard's and it's out from Toslow
They steam 'cross the bay with their houses in tow
with their beds in the bow and their stoves in the stern
bound away with their sons and their daughters.

Well, the news it soon spread to the harbours and coves
that the young crowd were leaving in hordes and in droves
for to go to Toronto to follow their goals
or to go to Placentia and live on the dole.

And it's out from St. Leonard's and it's out from Toslow
they'd steam 'cross the bay with their houses in tow
with their beds in the bow and their stoves in the stern
bound away with their sons and their daughters.

Now, Skipper Jim Pittman he said he wouldn't go
while there's nets to be mended and hay to be mowed
He said he'd never work no matter the pay
in some hockey stick factory out Stephenville way.

And it's out from St. Leonard's and it's out from Toslow
they'd steam 'cross the bay with their houses in tow
with their beds in the bow and their stoves in the stern
bound away with their sons and their daughters.

Now, on all politicians they cursed and they swore
they would rather fight off in some distant war
for when they ceased to ramble and they ceased to roam
they'd like to return to a place they called home.

And it's out from St. Leonard's and it's out from Toslow
they'd steam 'cross the bay with their houses in tow
with their beds in the bow and their stoves in the stern
bound away with their sons and their daughters.

Now the islands and harbours and coves are ghost towns
you need a longliner to harvest the ground
and a big oil refinery now stands as a shrine,
to the daughters and sons who remember the time.

And it's out from St. Leonard's and it's out from Toslow
they'd steam 'cross the bay with their houses in tow
with their beds in the bow and their stoves in the stern
bound away with their sons and their daughters.

And it's out from St. Leonard's and it's out from Toslow
they'd steam 'cross the bay with their houses in tow
with their beds in the bow and their stoves in the stern
bound away with their sons and their daughters
bound away with their sons and their daughters
bound away with their sons and their daughters
Track Name: Paddy McGinty's Goat
Paddy McGinty's Goat

Composed by R.P. Weston, Bert Lee, Bob Adams & Bob Allen.
Performed by Allison Crowe

Now Patrick McGinty, an Irishman of note,
came into a fortune and he bought himself a goat.
Said ', "Sure of goat's milk I soon will have me fill"
but when he brought the nanny home he found it was a bill.
All the young ladies who live in Killaloe
they're all wearing bustles like their mothers used to do
They each wear a bolster beneath their petticoat
and leave the rest to Providence and Paddy McGinty's goat

Now Mrs. Burke to her daughter said, "Listen, Mary Jane
Who was the lad you were cuddling in the lane
' long wiry whiskers a'hanging from his chin?"
" 't'was only Paddy McGinty's goat," she answered with a grin.
She went away from the village in disgrace
she came back with powder and paint upon her face
she'd rings on her fingers, and she wore a sable coat
you bet your life she didn't get that from Paddy McGinty's goat.

Well Norah McCarthy the knot was going to tie
she washed out her trousseau and she hung 'em out to dry;
Along came the goat and he saw the bits of white
he chewed up all her folderols upon on her wedding night.
"Oh turn out the lights!" she shouted out to Pat
"For though I'm your bride well I'm not worth looking at
I had two of ev'rything, I told you when I wrote
but now I've got nothing at all thro' Paddy McGinty's goat."

Now old Paddy's goat had a wondrous appetite
and early one morning he ate some dynamite
a big box of matches he swallowed all serene
and then he went and swallowed up a quart of gasoline.
Well, he sat by the fire' he didn't give a hang
he swallowed a spark and exploded with a bang.
So if you go to Heaven you can bet a dollar note
that the angel with the whiskers is Paddy McGinty's goat.
Track Name: Northern Lights of Labrador
Northern Lights of Labrador

Composed by Donatus Angus Fulford
Performed by Allison Crowe

I've travelled far by the Northern Star
since the day that I was born.
From the Caribbean to New Orleans
I've been inclined to roam
And the beauty I've seen and the places I've been
I thought I'd see no more
''til I saw the lights that shine so bright
in the skies of Labrador.

Those Northern Lights that shine so bright
when the night is cold and clear,
the snow is bright from the pale moonlight
and silence fills the air
I cast my eyes to the sparkling skies
and I can see once more
those Northern Lghts that shine so bright
in the skies of Labrador.

This place I've heard in every word
is far away and cold
but I have found in this beautiful town
a treasure rich as gold
those dancing lights with their colours so bright
each night as I look through my door,
those Northern Lights that shine so bright
in the skies of Labrador.

Sometimes when I'm down, there's no one around
to tell my trouble to
I stroll outside and I gaze at the sky
and I'm no longer blue
the night is still as I drink up my fill
as if I'd see no more
those Northern Lights that shine so bright
in the skies of Labrador.

My time will come, like everyone,
when I must say goodbye.
I'll feel so sad as I look out the plane
as it soars through the sky
I'll think of the time when I can say
that I'll return once more
and see those Lights that shine so bright
in the skies of Labrador.

And see those Lights that shine so bright
in the skies of Labrador.
Track Name: The Wild Rover
The Wild Rover

Traditional - Author Unknown
Performed by Allison Crowe

And it's no, nay, never
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover
no, never, no more.

Well, I played the wild rover for many's the year
and I spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
and I promise to play the wild rover no more

And it's no, nay, never
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover,
no, never, no more.

I went into an ale-house I used to frequent,
and I told the landlady me money's all spent.
I asked her for credit and she answered me, "Nay,
so a custom like yours I could have any day."

And it's no, nay, never
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover
no, never, no more.

And out of my pocket I took handfuls of gold
and upon the round table they glittered and rolled.
She said, "I have whiskey and meals of the best
and the words that I told you they were only in jest."

And it's no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover,
no, never, no more.

And out of my pocket I took sovereigns bright
and the landlady's legs opened wide with delight.
She said, "I have whiskey and beers of the best
and I'll take you upstairs and I'll show you the rest."

And it's no, nay, never,
No, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover,
No, never, no more.

I'll go back to my parents, confess what I've done,
and I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they forgive me as ofttimes before
But I'll promise to play the wild rover no more.

And it's no, nay, never,
No, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover,
No, never, no more.

And it's no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more.
Track Name: 30 for 60
30 for 60

Composed by Ron Hynes & Al Pittman
Performed by Allison Crowe

And I don't have the five in my hand,
not 'last leg to stand upon.
But, what the Hell - 30 for 60
let the night swell
An' somebody fix me a single malt whiskey.

And I don't have the Jack or the Ace
but, I got on my good poker face
and I'm holding my Queen - 30 for 60
I'm feelin' hungry and lean
and life's about chances
and the King's in the kitty - 30 for 60

You better take this to heart
you can gamble your soul
I'm 65 now and I'm still in a hole
life's just a game
it's a grand piece of fun
and there's nothing else I can go on

And I don't have the Jack or the Ace
but I got on this good poker face
and I'm holding my Queen - 30 for 60
I'm feelin' hungry and mean
and life's about chances
and the King's in the kitty - 30 for 60

You better take this to heart
you can gamble your soul
I'm 65 now and I'm still in the hole
and life's just a game
it's a grand piece of fun
and there's little else I can go on

And I don't have the Five in my hand
But I recall my old man used to say
"What the hell, I'm going 30 for 60"
let the night swell
and somebody fix me a single malt whiskey
30 for 60

30 for 60

30 for 60
Track Name: Saltwater Joys
Saltwater Joys

Composed by Wayne Chaulk
Performed by Allison Crowe

Just to wake up in the morning to the quiet of the cove
and to hear Aunt Bessie talking to herself
and to hear poor Uncle John mumbling wishes to old Nell
it made me feel like everything was fine.

I was born down by the water and it's here I'm gonna stay
I've searched for all the reasons why I should go away
but I haven't got the thirst for all those modern-day toys
so I'll just take my chances with those saltwater joys.

Following the little brook as it trickles to the shore
in the Autumn when the trees are flaming red
kicking leaves that fall around me, watching sunset paint the hills
It's all I'll ever need to feel at home.

This island that we cling to has been handed down with pride
by folks who fought to live here, taking hardships all in stride
so I'll compliment her beauty, hold on to my goodbyes
stay and take my chances with those saltwater joys.

How can I leave those mornings with the sunrise on the cove
and the gulls like flies surrounding Clayton's Wharf
Platter's Island wrapped in rainbows in the evenings after fog
the ocean smells are perfume to my soul.

Some go to where the buildings reach to meet the clouds
where warm and gentle people turn to swarm in faceless crowds
so I'll do without their riches, the glamour and the noise,
and I'll stay and take my chances with those saltwater joys.

Some go to where the buildings reach to meet the clouds
where warm and gentle people turn to swarm in faceless crowds
so I'll do without their riches, the glamour and the noise,
and I'll stay and take my chances with those saltwater joys.

Yes, I'll stay and take my chances with those saltwater joys.