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Bok, Muir, Trickett - The First 15 Years, Vol 1

Young The Ways Of Man
The Final Trawl
How Can I Keep From Singing
Carolan's Concerto
Final Trawl, The
Gentle Annie
How Can I Keep From Singing?
I Drew My Ship
I Knew This Place
Isle Au Haut Lullaby
John of Dreams
Johnny Stewart, Drover
No Man's Land
Slow Dance From Machu Picchu
Tree of Life
Turning Toward the Morning
Ways of Man, The


Gordon Bok, Ann Mayo Muir & Ed Trickett

When we started singing together in 1974, it was perhaps more of an experiment than a commitment. We'd known each other for quite a while by then, but we had separate musical lives. Since then we've toured and recorded regularly, if not frequently. Every year in one way or another more music comes our way, and we've continued to craft it to our liking and pass it on. During our first fifteen years we recorded six albums available on record (remember them?) and cassette. With our seventh - "And So Will We Yet" - we acquiesced to the present and issued it as a CD in addition to cassette.

We have often in recent times thought about putting together a collection from those first six recordings covering our first fifteen years together. This collection includes most of our favorites from that time. We started out with one CD in mind, but couldn't make the hard choices. Our musical collaboration has been a wonderful mixture of art, friendship, and indulgence. For all our friends who have supported and nurtured us as our adventure has unfolded, a heartfelt thanks. Let the experiment continue!



(Gordon Bok, FSI-68) 5:04

I wrote this song a few years ago while doing the music for a public television documentary on the maritime history of Maine called "Home to the Sea." It became the theme song, with Ann Mayo Muir singing the full version of the song at the end of the film. If she sounds bitter, remember that the day is late and now the fate of the small fisherman on the Northeast Coast looks even darker than it did before. There's no subsidy here for the "little fellow" - only more paperwork. (GB)

The ways of man are 'passing strange:
He buys his freedom and he counts his change,
Then he lets the wind his days arrange
And he calls the tide his master.

Oh, the days, oh, the days,
Oh, the fine long summer days.
The fish come rolling in the bays
And he swore he'd never leave me.

But the days grow short and the year gets old
And the fish won't stay where the water's cold,
And if they're going to fill the hold
They've got to go offshore to find them.

So they go outside on the raving deep
And they pray the Lord their soul to keep,
But the waves will roll them all to sleep,
And the tide will be their keeper.

Oh, the tide, oh, the tide,
Oh, you dark and you bitter tide.
IF I can't have him by my side,
I guess I have to leave him.

I gave you one, I gave you two:
The best that rotten old boat could do.
You won't be happy till I give you three,
But I'll be damned if you'll get me.

Oh, the tide, oh, the tide,
Oh, you dark and you bitter tide.
If I can't have him by my side,
The water's welcome to him.

Ah, Lord, I know that the day will come
When one less boat comes slogging home.
I don't mind knowing that he'll be the one,
But I can't spend my whole life praying.
I gave you one, I gave you two:
The best that poor old boat could do;
You'll have it all before you're through -
Well, I've got no more to give you.

(repeat first verse)


(Archie Fisher; FSI-68) 4:20

Archie Fisher said he wrote this song after seeing a couple of perfectly good steel trawlers rusting away on the ledges(skerries) outside a harbor in northern Scotland, and was told by fishermen that they had been drove there by their owners because, even with the government subsidy to help the fishermen, the fishing was so poor they still couldn't make a living, and the men didn't want to see them cut into scrap by the ship-breakers. (GB)

Been three long years since we made her pay,
Haul away, my laddie-o,
And we can't get by on the subsidy,
Haul away, my laddie-o.

Then heave away for the final trawl;
It's an easy pull, For the catch is small.

So stow your gear, lads, and batten down,
And I'll take the wheel, lads, and turn her 'round.

And we'll join the Venture and the Morning Star,
Riding high and empty towards the bar.

For I'd rather beach her on the skerry rock
Than to see her torched in the breaker's dock.

And when I die you can stow me down
In her rusty hold, where the breakers sound.

Then I'd make my haven the Fiddlers' Green,
Where the grub is good and the bunks are clean.

For I've fished a lifetime, boy and man,
And the final trawl scarcely nets a cran.


(trad.; FSI-56) 3:23

I learned this song from Vince and Kathy DeFrancis in Denver in 1966.

Pete Seeger got the song From Doris Plenn, who now makes her home in Sharon, Connecticut, not far from Folk-Legacy. Mrs. Plenn had the song from her North Carolina family. It has now become fairly well known in the folk revival and has been published in SING OUT! (ET)

My life flows on in endless song, above earth's lamentation.
I hear the real, through far-off hymn that hails a new creation.
Above the tumult and the strife, I hear its music ringing;
It sounds an echo in my soul. How can I keep from singing?

What though the tempest loudly roars, I hear the truth; it liveth.
What though the darkness 'round me close, songs in the night it giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm while to that rock I'm clinging.
Since love is lord of Heaven and earth, how can I keep from singing?

When tyrants tremble, sick with fear, and hear their death knell ringing,
When friends rejoice both far and near, how can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dungeon vile, our thoughts to them are winging.
When friends by shame are undefiled, how can I keep from singing?

(repeat First verse)


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