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Ghost Ship Mary Celeste--the song
by Leland Waldrip

Friday, March 04, 2005
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I posted a version of this poem on AD a few months ago. I hired a production company to set the lyrics to music in a demo CD. They hired David Fox as the artist. He is currently on tour in New York and Chicago, doing live shows in association with the PBS movie OFF THE CHARTS.

 




Brigantine she was, Nova Scotia born,
Timber and tar and strong wooden beams.
Of the name, “Amazon” she’d soon be shorn,
Became Mary Celeste, hauler of dreams,
Mary Celeste
, transporter of dreams.

Wild Atlantic her hist’ry she tore,
O’er the bounding seas she galloped on the breeze,
Kegs of eth’nol in’r belly she bore,
To Europe’s rich ports she headed with ease,
To richest ports headed with ease.

For she had aboard this good ship and true ,
Deck hands, sail masters, seasoned aplenty,
Cap’n, wife Sara, Sophia, years two,
Live souls aboard were just about twenty,

But another ship, Dei Gratia, by name,
Would find Mary Celeste miles west of Spain,
Hatches all open, state of naval shame,
No crew tending spinnaker or main.
N
o crew to tend headsail or — or main.

Where does the sweet love of God go,
When men to spirit ship tether their lives,
And set out to sea on high swell and blow,
Yet fair or foul, they may widow their wives?
Fair or foul, they could widow their wives?

Conspiracy of murder and greed?
What of Cap’n Briggs, his family’s fate?
They left New York, deliberate speed,
Loaded with spirits to make acetate.

Dei Gratia’s story be good and true ,
What list would monstrous deeds be among?
Did fiendish pirates slay cap’n and crew,
Cargo intact, clothes on pegs still hung?
On pegs clothes still hung.

As Triangle legends all tend to go,
For some unforgiven apostasy,
Rise from a seabed lair far below,
Did sea monsters gorge in vile ecstasy?
Sea monsters gorge in vile ecstasy?

Prompted launching lifeboat out to sea?
No provisions, and no wet-gear taken,
Only a peak rope shredded to the lee,
Hanging in water, tether forsaken.

Did leaking alcohol render them sick,
Forced to abandon the good ship mid-meal,
Take to the lifeboat, no thought but be quick,
And open the hatches so wind could heal?
Opened hatches, the wind would heal.

 “Fast now, laddies, let’s put peak rope to tow,
Draw away from the fumes, to tall rope’s end,
We’ll stay ‘by ‘til the squall ends its blow,
Those broken keg racks we’ll surely mend,
S
urely mend.”

Oh, where does the sweet love of God go,
When men tether lives to a spirit ship?
Did the cap’n and crew just not have to know,
Peak ropes will rot and sea gales whip?

Cap’n Briggs’, Sara’s, and Sophia’s souls,
With deck hands, rope haulers, the very best,
Were victims of spirits with no controls,
Blown far away from good Mary Celeste,
So far away from Mary Celeste.

Where does the sweet love of God go,
When men tether lives to a spirit ship,
S
et out to sea on high swell and blow,
Be fair or foul, where would their luck tip?
Was foul, not fair — their poor luck did tip.

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Reviewed by Mary Quire 3/5/2005
This would be a very good song. Best wishes.

M.Rose
Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot 3/5/2005
This is marvellous Matey, totally marvellous.
Am so glad you are getting it the balladeer's pluck as it deserves. This story has perplexed the world for so long, and will go on being one of the great mysteries.
Well Done TY.
Ch'erie
PS I think a giant Squid did it personally :)
Reviewed by jude forese 3/4/2005
exceptionally well written ... would make a splendid song ...
Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen 3/4/2005
An enthralling read/song, Leland. Lyrical and tone-aged to fit the mood, sorrow, and unease of the old-ordinary suddenly rendered mysterious by the unknown, with wonderful, descriptive verses, and the echo effect of the last lines creates epic, lingering images. I also like the pattern of 5,5,4 lines in the piece, it adds a tenseness, a quickened shift with lamentable ponderings aching to be answered.

Erin
Reviewed by E T Waldron 3/4/2005
Leland I'm so happy for you! I know this is special to your heart! What a wonderful song this makes. I can hear it, and hope soon I'll be able to!Congratulations and all the best with your new
adventure!;-)Keep me informed;-)

love ya,
eileen
Reviewed by M.Bennett Hooper (Mikii) 3/4/2005
Aye Leland, tis a mighty tale nicely spent here laddie and may many ales accompany your song matey. Really neat piece my friend. CHEERS!!!
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) 3/4/2005
Congratulations and like Janet said poetry is often made into songs. Many poems and prayers even in hymnals turned into songs. Whose says they can't.
Reviewed by Janet Parker 3/4/2005
This is wonderful! Congratulations. A song writer told me that my poetry couldn't possibly be made into a song. I should show him this.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 3/4/2005
Talent personified is the gift of Mr. Waldrip. Congratulations first for writing this superb poem/song, and second, for getting it the recognition it deserves.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) 3/4/2005
Yup I remember this. Expertly done..
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 3/4/2005
This is amazing...would love to hear this...I truly do!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by A PAX 3/4/2005
Oh my goodness!!! This is wonderful!!!
But I have one request????
If you post the art, and the music to this wonderful offering could you send me a note.....I would love to see the complete package

thanks
pax A



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