William Craig And Bold Manone (Peacock)

See also: Pirate Song (MacEdward Leach)

Our ship was a ship, so fine a ship
A ship as ever swung,
With forty-four bright seamen
And forty-three brave guns.

Away we sailèd east and west,
We sailed all over the main
Until we spied a lofty ship
To the windward of us came.

Came bearing down upon us
As she ranged up 'long side.
Bold Manone with his speaking trumpet,
"Where are you from?" he cried.

"Our ship is a ship from New York,
For Liverpool town is bound,
Our captain's name is William Craig,
A native of that town."

"You lie, you lie," said Manone,
"Such things can never be,
So lower your topsails on your caps
And come in under my lee."

Those poor and frightened sailors,
Not knowing what to do,
They lowered their topsails on their caps
And rounded their ship to.

To see those cruel pirates,
Their naked swords in hand,
They rushed on board of our merchant ship,
They cut up every man.

Where some they stabbed, some more they stained,
Some more they cut their throats;
And four of our bright seamen
Got perished in a boat.

He called down to his bo's'n
Whose name was William Craig,
"Oh, Craig, oh, Craig, come down below
And break your father's neck."

Oh, Craig he hastened upon the floor
Like a man of courage bold;
But when he saw his father's face
His very blood ran cold.

"Oh, are you going to murder me?"
Those words to him he said;
And with a naked sword in hand
He soon chopped off his head.

They searched our frame right fore and aft
And ransacked everything,
Until they found a virgin
In the starboard of his cabin.

So merrily she played on her harp,
So merrily she sung,
Knowing nothing of that murder
Or anything that was done.

Oh, some did stand, some more did swear,
Some said they'd have her for a wife;
"God damn your eyes, I'll let you know
I soon will end all strife."

He rushed down to this virgin
Without any fear or dread,
And with a naked sword in hand
He soon cut off her head.

They rushed on board of their own ship,
So merrily they cracked on,
With a keg of brandy on the capstan head
So merrily they sung.

Away they sailed all that long night
And a part of the next day,
Until they saw a lofty ship
To the windward of them lay.

Come bearing down upon us
As she ranged up 'long side;
Bold Manone with his speaking trumpet,
"Where are you from?" he cried.

Our captain being a surly man,
On the quarterdeck walked he,
Not heeding for to answer him
But still stared out to sea.

It caused bold Manone to scratch his head
And tear his hair in vain,
Saying, "Damn your eyes, I'll let you know
It's I who rule the main."

Our stout and heavy vessel
Lay open to the deep,
Hauled up her painted canvas,
Showed him five rows of teeth.

Oh, broadside for broadside
So merrily they cracked on,
And then those cruel pirates
Began for to come down.

"No quarter, no quarter,"
Bold Manone he did cry.
"No quarter, no quarter,"
Bold Rodney did reply.

"Fight on, fight on, my heroes bold,
You'll gain five thousand pounds;
We'll send those cruel pirates
To hell where they are bound!"

####.... Author unknown. Variant of an American broadside ballad, Bold Manan The Pirate [Laws D15] Native American Balladry (G Malcolm Laws, 1950/1964) ....####

Collected in 1959 by Kenneth Peacock from George William Decker [1878-1962] of Rocky Harbour, NL, and published in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Vol 3, pp.848-851, by the National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.

A variant was collected in 1951 by MacEdward Leach from Mrs Thomas (Anastasia Ryan) Ghaney [1883-1959] of Fermeuse, NL, and published as Pirate Song in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).


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