Composed by Stan Rogers | © Fogarty’s Cove Music
Come all ye lads, draw near to me
That I be not forsaken
This day was lost the Jeannie C.
And my living has been taken
I’ll go to sea no more
We set out this day in the bright sunrise,
The same as any other;
My son and I and old John Price
In the boat named for my mother.
I’ll go to sea no more.
Now, it’s well you know how the fishing has been.
It’s been scarce and hard and cruel.
But this day, by God, we sure caught cod
And we sang and laughed like fools.
I’ll go to sea no more.
I’ll never know what it was we struck
But strike we did like thunder.
John Price give a cry and pitched overside
Now it’s forever he’s gone under.
I’ll go to sea no more.
A leak we’ve sprung, let there be no delay
If the Jeannie C. we’re saving.
John Price is drowned and slipped away
So I’ll patch the hole while you’re bailing.
I’ll go to sea no more.
But no leak I found from bow to hold.
No rock it was that got her.
But what I saw made my heart stop cold,
For every seam poured water.
I’ll go to sea no more.
“My God”, I cried as she went down
“That boat was like no other.
My father built her when I was nine
And named her for my mother.”
I’ll go to sea no more.