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The Guns Of Erie

アーティスト:Alex Bevan  アルバム:South Shore Serenade 

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Oh, they heard them in Detroit, locked in iron repartee In Cleveland town, they heard the sound of thunder there, quite clearly The guns on old Lake Erie on that bright September day When Perry met the British off the shores of Put-in-Bay Oh, my name it does not matter, but my story will be told When Harrison cried for volunteers, I answered to the call To Erie, Pennsylvania, from my north Ohio farm To serve upon the Lawrence as a gunner’s mate ‘at arms Was there I first saw Perry, full of swagger, brass, and blow Greetin’ all us newborn sailor lads, then it’s over the bar we go Sailin’ to the westward, say farewell to old Presque Sporting sails from every halyard to Sandusky Bay with style Oh, they heard them in Detroit, locked in iron repartee In Cleveland town, they heard the sound of thunder there, quite clearly The guns on old Lake Erie on that bright September day When Perry met the British off the shores of Put-in-Bay This weren’t no Sunday sail, this weren’t no pleasure cruise From dawn to dusk, we practiced with the guns that we would use The loader’s name was Rory, the mate was Ivory Buck Me, I was the rammer and Bobby took the shots We wed that piece of iron, a 32-pound carronade A black and hulking metal dog, she’d spit and bark all day And so we sailed the Lawrence out to teach the British manners A little wooden eggshell brig, loaded up with deadly hammers Oh, they heard them in Detroit, locked in iron repartee In Cleveland town, they heard the sound of thunder there, quite clearly The guns on old Lake Erie on that bright September day When Perry met the British off the shores of Put-in-Bay Well we finally made the bay, the one on South Bass Island I remember that day quite well for it for it was September 9 And the lookout spied a sail, we raise the anchor shortly And headed for Snake Island gettin’ ready for the sortie Oh, the wind was from the sou-east and we couldn’t make no way I won’t repeat how the Commodore swore and spat upon that day Oh, that lucky Perry, he was blessed right and gifted He called the change in course just as the wind, she finally shifted Oh, they heard them in Detroit, locked in iron repartee In Cleveland town, they heard the sound of thunder there, quite clearly The guns on old Lake Erie on that bright September day When Perry met the British off the shores of Put-in-Bay And then we saw the British fleet all there in a line Two ships, two brigs, a schooner, a sloop, each one quite taut and fine And so we tacked up wind, into the battle script To the flutter of the flag that said, “Boys, don’t give up the ship.” The British simply waited there, the Chippewa, and Detroit The Lady and Queen Charlotte, Hunter, Little Belt all in sight First, there came a ranging shot, a flash then report A splash and a laugh from all the crew, the King’s first shot fell short Then one by one, the long-range guns opened up with their applause As the whistle of death from black metal birds wiped smiles from every jaw Oh, Perry, he’s a bold one, into that hell he sailed And somewhere right behind us, Niagara’s captain fell Oh, they heard them in Detroit, locked in iron repartee In Cleveland town, they heard the sound of thunder there, quite clearly


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