{"id":401,"date":"2010-07-12T22:42:29","date_gmt":"2010-07-13T03:42:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/?p=401"},"modified":"2018-11-30T13:52:32","modified_gmt":"2018-11-30T19:52:32","slug":"blood-on-the-sails","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/blood-on-the-sails\/","title":{"rendered":"Blood on the Sails"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5>Song by Phil &amp; June Colclough, new melody by Dick Swain<\/h5>\n<p>Dick Swain found this text in a collection of British poetry and gave it this tune. When I heard him sing it, I knew I had to learn it. Thanks Dick.<\/p>\n<ol>\n<li>May the Harpoon rust, may the cold steel be gone<br \/>\nMay be seas all be clear where whale fishes run<br \/>\nMay hook, knife, dart and line all be lost in the brine<br \/>\nMay the blood on the sails all be fisherman&#8217;s tales.<\/li>\n<li>May the whaleman&#8217;s breath no more hang like the mist<br \/>\nMay he never face danger or take any risk<br \/>\nMay boat, gun, oar and mast all be lost in the frost<br \/>\nMay the blood on the sails all be fisherman&#8217;s tales.<\/li>\n<li>May the women on shore never have any fear<br \/>\nMay smiles touch the cheeks that once ran with tears<br \/>\nMay shipdeck, rope and bells all grow cockle shells<br \/>\nMay the blood on the sails all be fisherman&#8217;s tales.<\/li>\n<li>May the seas ne&#8217;er be red where whalefishes bled<br \/>\nNor shine like the wine when the whale fish is dead<br \/>\nMay fleets, flags, sheds and quays\u00a0 all be lost in the seas<br \/>\nMay the blood on the sails all be fisherman&#8217;s tales.<\/li>\n<li>May the Harpoon rust, may the cold steel be gone<br \/>\nMay be seas all be clear where whale fishes run<br \/>\nMay hook, knife, dart and line all be lost in the brine<br \/>\nMay the blood on the sails all be fisherman&#8217;s tales.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Song by Phil &amp; June Colclough, new melody by Dick Swain Dick Swain found this text in a collection of British poetry and gave it this tune. When I heard him sing it, I knew I had to learn it. Thanks Dick. May the Harpoon rust, may the cold steel be gone May be seas&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,13],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/401"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=401"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/401\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=401"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=401"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=401"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}