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The Stormy Petrels

from Bridge of Sighs by Dave Bradley

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about

The Stormy Petrels were fishermen from my home village of Cullercoats on the North East coast of England. In order to feed their families, they would set sail even if storms were forecast. There were tragedies.

Painting is "Daughter of the Coast Guard" (Winslow Homer, 1881). American artist Homer spent time in Cullercoats in the 1880s as one of this tiny village's artistic enclave, he painted the women, the fishwives and daughters...while the menfolk were out at sea.

To the people of my village, it is bad luck to whistle at sea and to use the word p.i.g. (Presumably the origin of the pub name The Pig and Whistle)

If you buy the track, I'll donate the profits to the Cullercoats RNLI

lyrics

The Stormy Petrels

The seas were fair as far as the eye could see
The waters still and bare
The wind laid low, there was time to spare
There'd be no storm to keep us here

The nets were all tied and the fishwives were ready
The cobles would leave on the tide
We'd sail to the north and head for the shoals
Their shawls held tight, home on the breeze we would ride

The hours went by and the swell it grew heavy
The men would e'er swallow their pride
The rises and falls of the fish life a penny
The true, tried, and tested on-side

The nets were all tied and the fishwives were ready
The cobles they sailed on the tide
We'll head for the north and race for the shoals
Their shawls they'd hold tight, till home on the breeze we will ride

We rowed a fair clip with a glint in our eye
The tide would carry us wide
The sun it shone through as the land disappeared
The spindrift blew through, but no siren could draw us aside

The net's been aside and the fishwives were ready
Our cobles they sailed with the tide
We'll head for the north and race for the shoals
Their shawls they'd hold tight, till home on the breeze we will ride

It was bright and white horses there were none to see
And the wind couldn't blow owt our oils to deceive
But the pressure will fall we'll not bear a hasty retreat

Whistle and you will be damned
A hastier judgement to hand
A voice horn calls out
"No survivors will e'er see the land"

The nets were all tied and the fishwives were ready
The cobles would leave on the tide
We'd sail to the north and head for the shoals
Their shawls they'd hold tight, till home on the breeze we would ride

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from Bridge of Sighs, track released June 8, 2020
Words and music by David Bradley. Vocals, guitar, and production also dB/

Daughter of the Coast Guard (1881) - Winslow Homer

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Guitarist, singer-songwriter. Acoustic and electric indie pop and rock originals. Singer, guitarist with C5, bigMouth, TyrannoChorus, CTW, with DJ Ad, and BarbD

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