The Steam Packet door John Roberts

h, what a row, what a rumpus and a rioting,
Those endure, you may he sure, who go to sea,
A ship is a thing that you never can be quiet in,
By wind or steam 'tis all the same, 'twas so with me,
Wife and daughter on the water said they'd like to sail a bit,
I consented, soon repented, and began to rail a bit;
Papa, now pray do go to day the weather's so inviting, look!
I'm sure 'twill do such good to you they feed you like a fighting cock.
Oh, what a row, what a rumpus and a rioting,
Those endure, you may he sure, who go to sea,
A ship is a thing that you never can be quiet in,
By wind or steam 'tis all the same, 'twas so with me,

In a boat I go afloat as clumsy as an elephant,
So spruce and gay to spend the day and make a splash,
Indeed it's true, I did it too, for stepping in I fell off on't,
And overboard, upon my word, I went slap dash
Wife squalling, daughter bawling, every thing provoking me,
Called a hog or poodle dog, all the sailors joking me,
Dripping wet, in a pet, with many more distressibles,
A fellow took a boat-hook and caught my inexpressibles.
Oh, what a row, etc.

Such a gig, without a wig on deck I was exhibited,
Laughed at by the passengers, and quizzed by the crew,
Raved and swore that on shore, I'd rather have been gibbeted,
Than thus half drowned by all around be roasted too,
Danger past, and dry at last, indulging curiosity,
I stared to see the vessel flee with such a strange velocity,
Pray said I, to one hard by, what power can impel us so?
The smoky devil goes by steam at least the sailors tell us so.
Oh, what a row, etc.

Not a sail to catch a gale, yet magically on I went,
'Gainst wind and tide, and all besides, in wonder quite,
Cast my eyes to the sky, and tall as London's monument,
I saw the kitchen chimney smoke as black as ink.
People toiling, roasting, boiling, bless us such a rookery,
They'd soup, and fish, and fowl, and flesh, a London-Tavern cookery
Then the noise of men and boys, a din to rival an hubbub,
I thought the crew were devils too, the master captain BeIzebub
Oh, what a row, etc.

Wife to me so lovingly says now's your time to pick a bit,
The dinner's serving up below, and we must fly,
Says I, my dear, I'm very queer, I'm going to be sick a bit,
I'm seized with a dizziness, I faint, I die
I cannot eat, I loathe my meat, I feel my stomach failing me,
Steward, hasten, bring a basin, what the deuce is ailing me,
If 'tis handy, get some brandy, the malady to quench unable,
Down I lay for half a day, in pickle quite unmentionable.
Oh, what a row, etc.

As to dinner I'm a sinner if I touch a bit of it,
But anchor cast and home at last, I'm safe once more,
In a packet such a racket, crowding to get quit of it,
Like cattle on a coaster we're hailed on shore
With, how d'ye do, and how are you, I see you're better physically
Zounds, be still, I'm very ill, you're always talking quizzically
Some with glee may go to sea, but I shall not be willing, sirs,
For such a day, again to pay just two pounds fifteen shillings, sirs.
Oh, what a row, etc.



Iets voor Liereliet in de toekomst? Wel heel mooi om te zien.

Vissers in Ghana


El Tanbura tijdens de prijsuitreiking van het Klompsilen

El Tanbura tijdens het concert in de kerk.




Hier kunt u kijken en luisteren naar Barrie & Ingrid Temple. (sorry, zonder Jim)
The Workers' Song

Bob Walser
Bob Walser, een van 's werelds belangrijkste experts op het gebied van maritieme traditionele muziek.
Get Her Into Shore

Alvast een voorproefje van El Tanbura uit Port Saïd (Egypte). Ze komen in 2015 naar Workum.
Friends of Bamboute

Ook Maartje en Kine zijn in 2015 gast in Liereliet en wel op zondagavond in de Klameare.
Maartje en Kine - In de media 

En na een week vissen komen de vissers terug van het IJsselmeer.
Als de vissers thuis komen....




Hier kunt u de filmpjes bekijken van het festival 2014


John Roberts 

The Keelers

John Roberts heeft een link gestuurd met een lang liedje waar je rustig even voor kunt gaan zitten.
The Steam Packet Voor de tekst van het liedje klik je hier

Vincenzo Castellana was in 2014 één van de artiesten. Hier ziet u alvast iets van hem.
Vincenzo met mondharp

Vincenzo geeft een workshop



In 1990 kwam Stan Hugill, de laatste echte shantyman, naar Workum. Erik v.d. Kooij heeft hier filmpjes van gemaakt en op Youtube gezet.

Stan Hugill Deel 1

Stan Hugill Deel 2

Stan Hugill Deel 3

Stan Hugill Deel 4

Johnny Collins - O poor old man

Jaartal onbekend

Johnny en Jim in Workum