Stanley Allison Rogers (November 29, 1949 – June 2, 1983) was a Canadian folk musician and songwriter.
Rogers was noted for his rich, baritone voice and his traditional-sounding songs which were frequently inspired by Canadian history and the daily lives of working people, especially those from the fishing villages of the Maritime provinces and, later, the farms of the Canadian prairies and Great Lakes. Rogers died in a fire aboard Air Canada Flight 797 on the ground at the Greater Cincinnati Airport at the age of 33.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
The Jeannie C. 3/4 Stan Rogers Standard Tuning / No Capo Travis Pickin 1+2+3+ PP AM AM Submitted by Ken Lee Fogarty's Cove 1978 Comments or suggestions to [email protected]
/ D / A / G / D / Come / all ye / lads, draw / near to / me, / / D / A / G / D / That / I be / not for - / saken, / / / D / A / G / D This / day was / lost the / Jeannie / C., and / G / A / D / My / living / has been / taken, / / G / A / D / / / / / / / I'll / go to / sea no / more. / / / / / / /
We set / out this / day in the / bright sun - / rise, / The / same / as / any / other, / My / son and / I and / old John / Price, / In the / boat named / for my / Mother. / I'll / go to / sea no / more. / / / / / / /
Now, it's / well you / know what the / fishing has / been, / It's been / scarce and / hard and / cru - / el, / But this / day, by / God, we / sure caught / cod, / and We / sang and / we laughed like / foo - / ools. / I'll / go to / sea no / more. / / / / / / / /
I'll / never know / what it was we / struck, / But / strike we / did like / thunder. / / John / Price gave a / cry and / pitched over - / side, / Now it's / forever / he's gone / under. / I'll / go to / sea no / more. /
Now a / leak we've / sprung, let there be / no de - / lay, / If the / Jeannie / C. we're / sav - / ing, / John / Price is / drowned and / slipped a - / way. / So I'll / patch the / hole while you're / bailin', / I'll / go to / sea no / more. / / / / / / /
But no / leak I / found from / bow to / hold, / No / rock it / was that / got he - / er, / But / what I / found made me / heart stop / cold, / For / every / seam poured / water, / I'll / go to / sea no / more. / / / / / / /
My / God, I / cried as / she went / down, / That / boat was / like no / oth - / er, / My / Father / built / her when / I was / nine, / and Named her / for my / Mother, / I'll / go to / sea no / more. / / / / / / / and
Sure, I / could / have a - / nother / made, / In the / boatshop / down in / Do - / ver, / But I / would not / love the / keel they / laid, / Like the / one the / waves roll / over. / I'll / go to / sea no / more. /
So come / all ye / lads, draw / near to / me, / That / I be / not for - / sa - / ken, / This / day was / lost the / Jeannie / C., / and My / whole life / has been / taken. / I'll / go to / sea no / more. / /