|Cocky At Bungaree, The
Horn of the Hunter, The
How Can I Keep From Singing?
I Drew My Ship
Isle Au Haut Lullaby
Over the Waterfall
Slow Dance From Machu Picchu
St. Anne's Reel
Threescore and Ten
Turning Toward the Morning
Wind That Shakes the Barley
This is probably the most popular recording in the entire Folk-Legacy catalog. Bok, Muir and Trickett combined to create a genuine masterpiece, graced by the deeply moving title song, plus many more. Truly, this is a classic example of the best of the folksong revival and what we call "the emerging tradition." Introduce your friends to folk music with this one.
A BRIEF HISTORICAL SUMMARY:
Annie Muir and Gordon Bok first met in 1961, when both were fulfilling singing engagements in Vermont. Ever since, off and on, they have sung together whenever it was possible.
In 1962, Annie met Ed Trickett at a musical gather¬ing at Trinity College in Hartford, Connecticut, where Ed was a student. Convinced that Gordon and Ed ought to know one another, Annie arranged for them to meet "in absentia" through an exchange of tapes. Gordon was work¬ing as a sailor along the northeast coast; Ed was heading for Ohio, Colorado and California to do his doctoral and post-doctoral work in psychology. For seven years they corresponded, swapping songs by tape, but it was not until Ed returned to Connecticut in 1969 that he and Gordon man¬aged to actually get together to make music "live," as they say.
Over the years of their friendships, the three have explored their remarkable musical affinity as frequently as time and circumstances have permitted. In the Spring of 1975, they arranged to share a series of joint concerts, and it was from these that the concept of this recording developed.
Perhaps it should be pointed out that the three are not a "trio" in the conventional sense. Even when they share a concert stage, each retains his or her separate musical identity. Indeed, they perform as many numbers as soloists as they do as a "group," joining together for others in any one of the various vocal and instrumental combinations that are possible when three very versatile artists merge their talents out of mutual affection and respect.
Side I, Band 1.
THREESCORE AND TEN
We still lose men and vessels from our coastal fleet (re¬cently I heard a ballad about the loss, last winter, of the R. V. Gulf Stream), so this song is still timely to many of us. John Conolly, of Grimsby, writes of this song:
"In the 1880's, a series of great gates wrecked hundreds of fishing boats along the East coast of Britain, and many men were lost. William Delf was a Grimsby fisherman who tried to help the widows and orphans by writing poems about these disasters and selling copies of them, the proceeds going to the de¬pendents of the men lost at sea. The "Threescore and Ten" poem was one of his better efforts, but nobody seems to know how it acquired a tune and a chorus.
"The song as it is now known was discovered by a Yorkshire collector, Mr. Nigel Hudlestone. He recorded it as sung by some fishermen at Filey, on the Yorkshire coast about 100 miles north of Grimsby."
I learned this from quite a variety of sources over the years. (GB)
Methinks I see a host of craft, spreading their sails alee,
As down the Humber they do glide, all bound for the Northern sea;
Methinks I see on each small craft a crew with hearts so brave
Going out to earn their daily bread upon the restless wave.
And it's threescore and ten, boys and men, were lost from Grimsby town;
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough, many hundreds more were drowned.
Our herring-craft, our trawlers, our fishing-smacks as well,
They long did fight, that bitter night, their battle with the swell.
Methinks I see them yet again as they leave this land behind,
Casting their nets into the sea, the herring shoals* to find;
Methinks I see them yet again, and they on board all right,
With their nets hove in and their decks cleaned up, and their sidelights burning bright.
Methinks I hear the Captain say, "My lads, we'll shorten sail,
For the sky, to all appearances , looks like approaching gale."
Methinks I see then yet again, and the midnight hour was past;
Their little craft a-battling there all with the icy blast.
October's night brought such a sight, 'twas never seen before —
There was masts and yards and broken spars come a-driving in to shore.
There was many a heart of sorrow, there was many a heart so brave,
There was many a fine and a hearty lad to find a watery grave.
Gordon Bok: 12-string & lead vocal
Ed Trickett: 6-string & vocal
Ann Muir: vocal
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