Moon Shine Star Shine? E-mail
Written by Chris Roche - Deckhand ('08)   
Sunday, 23 March 2008

"When the moon is in the seventh house and Jupiter aligns with Mars", goes the rhyme from the 1960s musical Hair. At the moment we are lucky we have Saturn with us as well. We have pretty much lost the Southern Cross now as we make more westing and a little more northing. We have a Bermudian aboard in Tugboat Mickey, it has been said that if the course steered becomes less true we could finish up at his home Island.


Back to the moon and stars. Sitting high above us as I came on watch at 2300 was the moon, which by midnight, was overhead casting its glow all around. When the clouds permitted, it shone down, setting the rig of the Schooner and her sails against the night sky. It is glorious to just look up and dream with all that in silhouette, above being driven only by the timeless winds that help us across the middle passage. We are in the phase known as full moon, which means that many of the stars diminish in their brightness. Stars to guide us are found by our navigators in their celestial observations. Capella is a first magnitude star in the constellation of Auriga. Sirius is the Dog Star usually the first seen in early evening. Rigel another first magnitude star is one of the two stars that make up the foot of the Hunter, Orion. Not to go into overload, that is the sense of how we make our dead reckoning, which will take us through to Barbados. We have a group of Africans aboard for whom this passage means so much.

 

The triangular trade, as it was known, was goods out to Africa to the slave coast of Sierra Leone, Ivory Coast and Ghana, among others. The latter being known as the gold coast and the whole area known as a white man's grave or, the flaming coast; many a European seaman died on this coast.

 

As we near the middle part of the middle passage: I came up on deck at 0830 to hear a deck wash being prepared, we do a daily salt water wash to preserve our decks and make them cool and less hot to the feet. I listened to Johnny and Sia from Sierra Leone singing, the harmony in their song so great, but I wonder about the poor souls that were shut below in the slavers and were they allowed to sing? I am saddened that the British, along with other European nations, could enslave another race of people mostly because they looked different. But, and it has to be said, I am extremely proud of the fact that, it was a British government that made the `Atlantic Slave Trade’ illegal and then set about stopping this illegal trade in people over the next fifty years or so from 1807. Much of this naval power came following the end of the wars with France after Trafalgar and Waterloo, when the British rode a power supreme across the oceans of the world. Supreme for one hundred years.


I sing. there are few songs about or even related to the trade. One such that Sam, another of the Sierra Leoneans, likes is the sailor shanty "Congo River". Another, found in a trunk in Philadelphia around 1860, is "Time For Us To Go". I know of but do not sing a ballad called the "Flying Cloud". This latter ballad is very descriptive of an incident, when a former pirate but now a slave ship, was approached by the British Royal Navy and taken. Back home Louis Killen sings this about the best of anybody. Captain Eliza would like a set of words: Anyone sending them, your help will be appreciated!!
 
Chris Roche.
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written by G. Novick, March 23, 2008

10. They beat our crew to quarters
As they drew up alongside,
And soon across our quarter-deck
There ran a crimson tide,
We fought until they killed our captain
And twenty of our men,
Then a bombshell set our ship on fire,
We had to surrender then.

11. It's now to Newgate we have come,
Bound down with iron chains ,
For the sinking and the plundering of ships
On the Spanish Main,
The judge he has condemned us
And we are condemned to die.
Young men a warning by me
Take and shun all piracy.

12. Farewell to Dublin City.
And the girl that I adore,
I'll never kiss your cheek again
Nor hold your hand no more,
Whiskey and bad company
Have made a wretch of me,
Young men, a warning by me
Take and shun all piracy.
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written by G. Novick, March 23, 2008
7. The Flying Cloud was a Yankee ship,
Five hundred tons or more,
She could outsail any clipper ship
Hailing out of Baltimore,
With her canvas white as the driven snow
And on it there's no specks,
And forty men and fourteen guns
She carried below her decks.

8. We plundered many a gallant ship
Down on the Spanish Main,
Killed many a man and left his wife
And children to remain,
To none we showed no kindness
But gave them watery graves,
For the saying of our captain was:
"Dead men tell no tales."

9. We ran and fought with many a ship,
Both frigates and liners too,
Till, at last, a British man-o-war,
The Dunmow, hove in view,
She fired a shot across our bows
As we ran before the wind,
And a chainshot cut our mainmast down
And we fell far behind.

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written by G. Novick, March 23, 2008
4. It all went well until the day
We reached old Africa's shore,
And five hundred of them poor slaves, me boys,
From their native land we bore,
Each man was loaded down with chains
As we made them walk below,
Just eighteen inches of space
Was all that each man had to show.


5. The plague it came and fever too
And killed them off like flies,
We dumped their bodies on the deck
And hove them overside,
For sure, the dead were the lucky ones
For they'd have to weep no more,
Nor drag the chain and feel the lash
In slavery for evermore.


6. But now our money it is all spent,
We must go to sea once more,
And all but five remained to listen
To the words of Captain Moore,
"There's gold and silver to be had
If with me you'll remain,
Let's hoist the pirate flag aloft
And sweep the Spanish Main."

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written by G. Novick, March 23, 2008
The Flying Cloud

My name is Arthur Hollandin,
As you may understand
I was born ten miles from Dublin Town,
Down on the salt-sea strand,
When I was young and' comely,
Sure, good fortune on me shone,
My parents loved me tenderly
For I was their only son.


2. My father he rose up one day
And with him I did go,
He bound me as a butcher's boy
To Pearson of Wicklow,
I wore the bloody apron there
For three long years and more,
Till I shipped on board of The Ocean Queen
Belonging to Tramore.


3. It was on Bermuda's island
That I met with Captain Moore,
The Captain of The Flying Cloud,
The pride of Baltimore,
I undertook to ship with him
On a slaving voyage to go,
To the burning shores of Africa,
Where the sugar cane does grow.



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