EPISODE · Apr 7, 2020 · 3 MIN
The Stormy Petrels
from Dave Bradley · host Dave Bradley
The Stormy Petrels were fishermen from my home village of Cullercoats on the North East coast of England. In order to feed their families, they would set sail even if storms were forecast. There were tragedies. Painting is "Daughter of the Coast Guard" (Winslow Homer, 1881). American artist Homer spent time in Cullercoats in the 1880s as one of this tiny village's artistic enclave, he painted the women, the fishwives and daughters...while the menfolk were out at sea. To the people of my village, it is bad luck to whistle at sea and to use the word p.i.g. (Presumably the origin of the pub name The Pig and Whistle) If you buy the track, I'll donate the profits to the Cullercoats RNLI lyrics The Stormy Petrels The seas were fair as far as the eye could see The waters still and bare The wind laid low, there was time to spare There'd be no storm to keep us here The nets were all tied and the fishwives were ready The cobles would leave on the tide We'd sail to the north and head for the shoals Their shawls held tight, home on the breeze we would ride The hours went by and the swell it grew heavy The men would e'er swallow their pride The rises and falls of the fish life a penny The true, tried, and tested on-side The nets were all tied and the fishwives were ready The cobles they sailed on the tide We'll head for the north and race for the shoals Their shawls they'd hold tight, till home on the breeze we will ride We rowed a fair clip with a glint in our eye The tide would carry us wide The sun it shone through as the land disappeared The spindrift blew through, but no siren could draw us aside The net's been aside and the fishwives were ready Our cobles they sailed with the tide We'll head for the north and race for the shoals Their shawls they'd hold tight, till home on the breeze we will ride It was bright and white horses there were none to see And the wind couldn't blow owt our oils to deceive But the pressure will fall we'll not bear a hasty retreat Whistle and you will be damned A hastier judgement to hand A voice horn calls out "No survivors will e'er see the land" The nets were all tied and the fishwives were ready The cobles would leave on the tide We'd sail to the north and head for the shoals Their shawls they'd hold tight, till home on the breeze we would ride credits released April 1, 2020 Words and music by David Bradley. Vocals, guitar, and production also dB/ Daughter of the Coast Guard (1881) - Winslow Homer
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The Stormy Petrels were fishermen from my home village of Cullercoats on the North East coast of England. In order to feed their families, they would set sail even if storms were forecast. There were tragedies. Painting is "Daughter of the Coast Guard" (Winslow Homer, 1881). American artist Homer spent time in Cullercoats in the 1880s as one of this tiny village's artistic enclave, he painted the women, the fishwives and daughters...while the menfolk were out at sea. To the people of my village, it is bad luck to whistle at sea and to use the word p.i.g. (Presumably the origin of the pub name The Pig and Whistle) If you buy the track, I'll donate the profits to the Cullercoats RNLI lyrics The Stormy Petrels The seas were fair as far as the eye could see The waters still and bare The wind laid low, there was time to spare There'd be no storm to keep us here The nets were all tied and the fishwives were ready The cobles would leave on the tide We'd sail to the north and head for the shoals Their shawls held tight, home on the breeze we would ride The hours went by and the swell it grew heavy The men would e'er swallow their pride The rises and falls of the fish life a penny The true, tried, and tested on-side The nets were all tied and the fishwives were ready The cobles they sailed on the tide We'll head for the north and race for the shoals Their shawls they'd hold tight, till home on the breeze we will ride We rowed a fair clip with a glint in our eye The tide would carry us wide The sun it shone through as the land disappeared The spindrift blew through, but no siren could draw us aside The net's been aside and the fishwives were ready Our cobles they sailed with the tide We'll head for the north and race for the shoals Their shawls they'd hold tight, till home on the breeze we will ride It was bright and white horses there were none to see And the wind couldn't blow owt our oils to deceive But the pressure will fall we'll not bear a hasty retreat Whistle and you will be damned A hastier judgement to hand A voice horn calls out "No survivors will e'er see the land" The nets were all tied and the fishwives were ready The cobles would leave on the tide We'd sail to the north and head for the shoals Their shawls they'd hold tight, till home on the breeze we would ride credits released April 1, 2020 Words and music by David Bradley. Vocals, guitar, and production also dB/ Daughter of the Coast Guard (1881) - Winslow Homer
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