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T: Wave Over Wave (in C)
O: Jim Payne (CAPAC) - FF Version
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w:Me
w:The
w:I'd
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w:name's A-bel Ro-gers, a share-man am I, On a three-mast-ed
w:work it is hard and the hou-rs are long, My_ spi-rit is
w:leave my wife lone-ly ten months of the year, She_ made me a
w:sailed the wide o-ceans four de-cades or more, And_ ma-ny times
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w:schoo-ner from Twil-lin-gate Isle; I've been the world o-ver, north, south, east, and
w:wil-ling, my back it is strong; And when our work's o-ver then whis-key we'll
w:home and raised my chil-dren dear; But she'd never come out to bid fare-well to
w:won-dered what I do it for; I don't know the ans-wer, it's plea-sure and
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w:west, But the midd-le of no-where's where I like it best.
w:pour, We'll_ dance with the girls up-on some for-eign shore.
w:me, Or_ ken why a sail-or must sail the salt sea.
w:pain, With_ life to live o-ver, I'd do it a-gain.
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w:Where it's wave o-ver wave, sea o-ver bow, I'm as hap-py a
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w:man as the sea will al-low; There's no o-ther life for a
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w:sail-or like me, But to sail the salt sea, boys,_ sail_ the
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w:sea;_ There's no o-ther life but to sail the salt sea.
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w:sail the salt sea, boys,_ sail_ the sea;_
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w:There's no o-ther life but to sail the salt sea.
W:
W:Me name's Abel Rogers, a shareman am I,
W:On a three-masted schooner from Twillingate Isle;
W:I've been the world over, north, south, east, and west,
W:But the middle of nowhere's where I like it best.
W:
W:Refrain:
W:Where it's wave over wave, sea over bow,
W:I'm as happy a man as the sea will allow;
W:There's no other life for a sailor like me,
W:But to sail the salt sea, boys, sail the sea;
W:There's no other life but to sail the salt sea.
W:
W:The work it is hard and the hours are long,
W:My spirit is willing, my back it is strong;
W:And when our work's over then whiskey we'll pour,
W:We'll dance with the girls upon some foreign shore.
W:
W:(Refrain)
W:
W:I'd leave my wife lonely ten months of the year,
W:She made me a home and raised my children dear;
W:But she'd never come out to bid farewell to me,
W:Or ken why a sailor must sail the salt sea.
W:
W:(Refrain)
W:
W:I've sailed the wide oceans four decades or more,
W:And many times wondered what I do it for;
W:I don't know the answer, it's pleasure and pain,
W:With life to live over, I'd do it again.
W:
W:Refrain Reprise:
W:Where it's wave over wave, sea over bow,
W:I'm as happy a man as the sea will allow;
W:There's no other life for a sailor like me,
W:But to sail the salt sea, boys, sail the sea;
W:There's no other life but to sail the salt sea.
W:Sail the salt sea, boys, sail the sea;
W:There's no other life but to sail the salt sea.
W:
W:    Wife's Monologue. (Spoken in original stage version.)
W:                Well, I can't complain. I haven't had it as hard as some, God
W:    knows. And for the bit of time that you've been around in the past
W:    sixteen years, well, you've been a good man. I remember the year we
W:    were married ... it was a good year. You were workin' for my father
W:    and it seems to me that I had you all to meself every minute of every
W:    day ... and all the sweet long hours of the night. I think that was the
W:    happiest year of my life.
W:
W:                But, by the spring of the following year, (just after my
W:    birthday, it was) you got to be itchin' after something and in no time
W:    at all you'd gone down and you'd signed up on the Mary Eleanor.
W:    It was then that I knew I was married to a sailor. I couldn't even bring
W:    myself to go down and say goodbye to ya.
W:
W:                Now, I'm not complaining. We've always had a roof over our
W:    heads and we've never wanted for very much. I always said, now,
W:    that I never had it as hard as May. Her husband, Jack, well, he'd
W:    only be home one or two days out of every year ... that's when he
W:    was workin' on the coastal boats. My dear, when he'd come home on
W:    the Prospero she'd have to go down there and get 'im
W:    because he was too blind drunk to make his way home by himself.
W:
W:                And I'll never forget the night I was over at Nan's ... the night
W:    Poppy Rogers came home. Poppy Rogers, gone eleven years. We
W:    hadn't heard a word from him. We didn't know what had happened to
W:    him. Sure, we'd give him up for dead! Well, that night, Nan just look
W:    out of the window and she saw him comin' up the path and all she
W:    said was, "Put the kettle on, Frank's home".
W:
W:                But I do wish you'd been here with me when Gary died. My
W:    God, that was a hard winter. The flu ... epidemic proportions they'd
W:    said on the radio. I remember the night Mom and I laid him out. Oh,
W:    your mother came over, too. I think Gary was her favourite, really.
W:    Anyway, that night I sat up with him. I sat up in that big ol' chair your
W:    brother made and I must have dozed off 'cause around 4 or 5 o'clock
W:    in the morning I woke up and just for an instant you were there. You
W:    were bendin' over and kissin' his cheek.
W:
W:                Well, you were back in port six months later and you gave me
W:    Kevin and Kevin had the croup. He coughed and he bawled for a
W:    solid year straight. He had me raftered. He had me clear drove off me
W:    head. And then the following year you were only home for a week. I
W:    got Rose out of that visit.
W:
W:                But you've always sent me lovely presents. Sometimes a year
W:    goes by and I have no word, no letters or such, but always bits and
W:    pieces from here, there, and everywhere. A lovely shawl arrived for
W:    me in the mail today ... three yards of beautiful coloured silk. I
W:    wonder where it's from ... Spain, Morroco, some place I've never
W:    been to. Ahh, it's gorgeous. It puts me in mind of warm winds and
W:    people speakin' in foreign tongues. But, sure, where am I gonna wear
W:    it? I suppose, now, I'll put it on when I go out in the garden diggin' up
W:    a few turnips or makin' a bit of soap outta lye.
W:
W:                Well, I'll go and light the candle for ya now. It'll always be
W:    here in the window to guide ya home ... I'll always be here for you,
W:    God willing.
W:
W:                You know, for the bit of time that you've been around in our
W:    married life, well, you're the only man I've ever had ... you're the only
W:    man I've ever wanted!
W:
W: (Refrain)