Sea Shanties & Maritime Music

An encyclopedic reference of 434 sea shanties and maritime songs, with full lyrics, history, and playable melodies.

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This Day in History · 1775

The Independence Hurricane

On September 9, 1775, a hurricane struck eastern Newfoundland at the height of the fishing season. A storm surge of twenty to thirty feet smashed coastal buildings and destroyed over 700 boats. At least 4,000 people were killed, roughly a third of Newfoundland’s summer population. The Annual Register recorded that for days afterward, fishermen “often found 20 or 30 dead bodies” in their nets. The storm takes its name from a hurricane that had swept through the American colonies in the weeks prior, battering every major colonial capital from North Carolina to Boston at the outset of the Revolution. Whether the two events were the same system remains debated.

The Grand Banks have always been treacherous. Shallow shoals, freezing fog, icebergs, and violent nor’westers made them a graveyard for ships long before and after 1775. The Banks of Newfoundland captures the same misery decades later: Irish sailors who pawned their warm clothes in Liverpool and froze on the Banks, dreaming of landfall at Sandy Hook.

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The Banks of Newfoundland

You ramblin' boys of Liverpool, I'll have ye's beware, When you go in a Yankee packet ship no dungarees do wear, But have a monkey jacket all unto your command, For there blows some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland. CHORUS We'll wash her and we'll scrub her down with holystone and sand, And we'll bid adieu to the Virgin rocks on the Banks of Newfoundland. We had one Lynch from Ballynahinch, Jimmy Murphy and Mike Moore;

To those who know and can feel, there is a smack of salt spray in every line of these rude virile verses. To them once again will come back the creak of the blocks as the falls whine through them, and the dead heavy lurch as the boat jerks upwards... I can hardly think of any words or tunes that appeal more intimately to all the spirit of adventure that life has left in me.

Arthur Conan Doyle, Letter to F. T. Bullen, 1914