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letra de the commodore’s compliments - tanglefoot

now gather round, you schooner-men, for tonight there′s a yarn toward
tis a tale of honor from the days when against the states we warred
the decent act of a decent man, and i know of what i tell
i’m the last to choke on powder-smoke in the war of 1812

we′ve been sailing in a convoy, out on lake ontario
our ship she was the moira, and we had a sloop in tow
there was yankee sail aplenty, we all knew upon the lake
to come under the guns of a yankee ship was a chance we’d have to take

it’s a hard row in life we hoe, all of us duty-bound
we eat, drink, and rarely think beyond what the task allows
but there′s a generous strand in every man, whether he will or not
so here′s a pail of canadian ale to a man who paused for thought

full forty miles to kingston yet, when the big lake went to glass
and the smothering snow began to fall
-we were dead calm thick and fast
the shrouds hung slack and empty – no chance to make harbor now
the snow fell heavy as drunken sleep and we couldn’t see stern to prow

as we peered around in a sea of white, a menacing darkness loomed
and slow as death, a yankee warship ranged up into view
twas commodor chauncey′s flagship, the oneida, brig of war
we knew she’d stowed the sittko in just a couple of days before
it′s a hard row in life we hoe, all of us duty-bound
we eat, drink, and rarely think beyond what the task allows
but there’s a generous strand in every man, whether he will or not
so here′s a pail of canadian ale to a man who paused for thought

she couldn’t have been ten fathoms off, she loomed like a mountainside
her flag hung red like an angry eye, and her guns were all a-primed
fair braced were we for a hail of shot, for double our weight she bore
but before a single flint was struck, we heard our captain roar

“pray stand away from the sloop we tow, there’s precious cargo there
we′ll cut her loose to drift a league
-then we′ll fight you fair and square
we fear you not, nor our own demise, it’s rather the sloop we mind
what′s in her hold is worth much more than both our ships combined.”

it’s a hard row in life we hoe, all of us duty-bound
we eat, drink, and rarely think beyond what the task allows
but there′s a generous strand in every man, whether he will or not
so here’s a pail of canadian ale to a man who paused for thought

“we care not what you transport, you′ll neither pass nor run
you’re in no place to bargain, we outgun you two to one!”
“in the name of god!” our captain cried, “do not go so hard
are you so brass-bound that you cannot think
-like a man in this regard?
these three weeks dead is general brock, and laid beneath the ground
the sloop carries his possessions and to guernsey we are bound
his sword, his plate, his uniform, his papers, books, and arms
our charge is to convey them back to guernsey without harm.”

the stars and stripes from the main peak hung
-loft in a breeze just come
and the massive brig swung just enough to present us all eight guns
“if indeed the effects of sir isaac brock are what you do convey
the commodore’s compliments to you all, we′ll meet another day!”

it′s a hard row in life we hoe, all of us duty-bound
we eat, drink, and rarely think beyond what the task allows
but there’s a generous strand in every man, whether he will or not
so here′s a pail of canadian ale to a man who paused for thought

it’s a hard row in life we hoe, all of us duty-bound
we eat, drink, and rarely think beyond what the task allows
but there′s a generous strand in every man, whether he will or not
so here’s a pail of canadian ale to a man who paused for thought

- tanglefoot

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