{"id":583,"date":"2010-11-02T20:55:32","date_gmt":"2010-11-03T01:55:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/?p=583"},"modified":"2018-11-30T13:52:32","modified_gmt":"2018-11-30T19:52:32","slug":"get-her-into-shore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/get-her-into-shore\/","title":{"rendered":"Get Her Into Shore"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5>By Larry Kaplan<\/h5>\n<ol>\n<li>We set our traps in the bitter cold<br \/>\nIt was the third day of the year<br \/>\nThere were three of us then, we were the youngest of ten<br \/>\nTwo for lines and one for gear<br \/>\nWhen it blows northeast on the Georges Bank<br \/>\nYou don&#8217;t like to take your time<br \/>\nBut the engine was old, she didn&#8217;t like the cold<br \/>\nAnd we fell back on our line.<em>Chorus<br \/>\n<\/em>Get her into shore, she can&#8217;t take it anymore<br \/>\nShe&#8217;s too far from home it&#8217;s gonna break her bones<br \/>\nCan&#8217;t you get her into shore.<\/li>\n<li>Jack throws the switch he says, The old sonofabitch<br \/>\nWhat the Hell do you think you&#8217;re doing<br \/>\nYou brought us to the poor house too many times<br \/>\nYou ain&#8217;t takin&#8217; us to our ruin<br \/>\nBut the line went slack we felt the stern turn back<br \/>\nAnd she started up again<br \/>\nBut she just tightened up and I knew we were stuck<br \/>\nLyin&#8217; broadside to the wind.<\/li>\n<li>Tom put the helm over to run with the tide<br \/>\nBut she fell into the trough<br \/>\nAnd with her side to the swell she leaned in and fell<br \/>\nAnd I knew we all were lost<br \/>\nAnd I that I saw was her rotten old keel<br \/>\nWith that rope flung across her stern<br \/>\nAnd I couldn&#8217;t hold to her, and I couldn&#8217;t go down<br \/>\nI just wished I&#8217;d never been born.<\/li>\n<li>Now the tide runs hard in the wintertime<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re a fool to go and try<br \/>\nGod bless the poor man who was born on the sea<br \/>\nGod save the poor men, who die.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Larry Kaplan We set our traps in the bitter cold It was the third day of the year There were three of us then, we were the youngest of ten Two for lines and one for gear When it blows northeast on the Georges Bank You don&#8217;t like to take your time But the&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14,10],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/583"}],"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=583"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/583\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=583"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=583"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=583"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}