| Lyrics: | RED IRON ORE
Come all you bold sailors that follow the Lakes
On an iron ore vessel
your living to make.
I shipped in Chicago, bid adieu to the shore,
Bound away to Escanaba
for red iron ore.
Derry down, down, down derry down.
In the month of September,
the seventeenth day,
Two dollars and a quarter is all they would pay,
And on Monday
morning the Bridgeport did take
The E. C. Roberts out in the Lake.
Derry down, down,
down derry down.
The wind from the southard sprang up a fresh breeze,
And away
through Lake Michigan the Roberts did sneeze
Down through Lake Michigan the Roberts did
roar,
And on Friday morning we passed through death's door.
Derry down, down, down
derry down.
This packet she showled across the mouth of Green Bay,
And before her cutwater
she dashed the white spray,
We rounded the snad point, and anchor let go,
We furled in our
canvas and the watch went below
Derry down, down, down derry down.
Next morning
we have alongside the Exile
And soon was made fast to an iron ore pile,
They lowered their
chutes and like thunder did roar,
They spouted into us that red iron ore.
Derry down,
down, down derry down.
Some sailors took shovels while others got spades,
And some
took wheelbarrows, each man to his trade.
We looked like red devils, our fingers got
sore.
We cursed Escanaba and that damned iron ore.
Derry down, down, down derry
down.
The tug Escanaba she towed out the Minch
The Roberts she thought she had left
in a pinch
And as she passed by us she bid us good-bye
Saying, "We'll meet you in
Cleveland next Fourth of July."
Derry down, down, down derry down.
Through Louse
Island it blew a fresh breeze,
We made the Foxes, the Beavers, the Skillageles;
We flew by
the Minch for to show her the way
And she ne'er hove in sight till we were off Thunder
Bay.
Derry down, down, down derry down.
Across Saginaw Bay the Roberts did
ride
With the dark and deep water rolling over her side.
And now for Port Huron the
Roberts must go,
Where the tug Kate Williams she took us in tow,
Derry down, down, down
derry down.
We went through North Passage---O Lord, how it blew!
And all 'round the
Dummy a large fleet there came too
The night being dark, Old Nick it would scare
We hove
up next morning and for Clevelend did steer.
Derry down, down, down derry
down.
Now the Roberts is in Cleveland, made fast stem and stern
And over the bottle
we'll spin a big yarn.
But Captain Harvey Shannon had ought to stand treat
For getting
into Cleveland ahead of the fleet.
Derry down down, down derry down.
Now my song
it is ended, I hope you won't laugh.
Our dunnage is packed and all hands are paid
off.
Here's a health to the Roberts, she's staunch, strong and true,
Nor forgotten the
bold boys that comprise her crew.
Derry down, down, down derry down.
from Folk
Songs Out of Wisconsin, Peters
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DERRYDWN
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Sung by M. C. Dean, Virginia , Minneso
used the same tune and refrain as
is oft@
Bulls. Death's Door is the treacherous @
of Door County and Washington
Isl:
justifiably) feared by Great Lakes
nineteenth century.
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