British Sea-Fishermen, by Anson – part II, from Buchan to Grimsby

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Anson British Sea-Fishermen

‘Most of the apprentices had been brought up in orphanages and
reformatory schools… The system produced splendid fishermen,
but the evils were many.’

The quotation comes from Anson himself, and he’s talking about the Grimsby fishing fleet. As a North Lincolnshire boy who grew up with the sons and daughters of at least a few fishing skippers, I’ve always had a bit of an interest in fishing communities, their boats and their songs, even though I have no interest at all in trying their difficult and dangerous trade myself. But I’ll say one thing – after reading Anson, I’ll forever think about the favourite hymns and songs that came out of fishing in the 19th century in a completely different way, for among other things they were the songs of boys who had no choice about the trade they had entered. Think of a bunch of pressed boys singing the words of Eternal Father Strong to Save, Three Score and Ten and Heave Away the Trawl Warp for a while, and you may see what I mean.

For a little more on Three Score and Ten, start here.

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Piracy and slavery – the horror and the pity of The Flying Cloud

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Piracy and slavery - the horror and the pity of The Flying Cloud

Contemporary engraving of a pirate party (from http://anthropik.com/)

I’ve been listening to this hugely powerful song telling a story of slavery and piracy recently, first as sung by my friend Annie Dearman with her band Dearman, Gammon and Harrison, and later by Ewan McColl. Both versions are awesome, but I can’t let you hear an mp3 sample without breaking copyright. However, I can share the lyrics of the ballad with you.

I think it’s pretty clearly a broadside ballad, but unlike many, it’s far from being doggerel. Prepare to be shocked by this story of the cruelty of slaving and of piracy.

The Flying Cloud

My name is Arthur Hollandin, as you may understand
I was born ten miles from Dublin Town, down on the salt-sea strand,
When I was young and comely, sure, good fortune on me shone,
My parents loved me tenderly for I was their only son.

My father he rose up one day and with him I did go,
He bound me as a butcher’s boy to Pearson of Wicklow,
I wore the bloody apron there for three long years and more,
Till I shipped on board of The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.

It was on Bermuda’s island that I met with Captain Moore,
The Captain of The Flying Cloud, the pride of Baltimore,
I undertook to ship with him on a slaving voyage to go,
To the burning shores of Africa, where the sugar cane does grow.

It all went well until the day we reached old Africa’s shore,
And five hundred of them poor slaves, me boys, from their native land we bore,
Each man was loaded down with chains as we made them walk below,
Just eighteen inches of space was all that each man had to show. Continue reading “Piracy and slavery – the horror and the pity of The Flying Cloud”

Windward-sailing Barbary pirates

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Xebec pirate ship

!!This post now with added singing – see the bottom of this post!!Â

My canoe sailing and building pal Jim van den Bos sent me this link from The Times newspaper yesterday:
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/africa/article1449736.ece

Here’s the TS Pelican’s website, which tells the story of her interesting rig; see also this article by Philip Goode, the designer involved in the TS Pelican project: http://www.weatherlysquareriggers.com

The whole thing led me to speculate how Continue reading “Windward-sailing Barbary pirates”