The Mary Ellen Carter is a song written and first recorded by Stan Rogers, regarding a metaphorical ship and intended to raise us up when we are in our darkest hour.<\/p>\n
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She went down last October in a pouring driving rain
\nThe skipper he\u2019d been drinking and the mate he felt no pain
\nToo close to Three Mile Rock and she was dealt her mortal blow
\nAnd the Mary Ellen Carter settled low<\/p>\n
There was just us five aboard her when she finally was awash
\nWe\u2019d worked like hell to save her all heedless of the cost
\nAnd the groan she gave as she went down, it caused us to proclaim
\nThat the Mary Ellen Carter’d rise again.<\/p>\n
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Chorus: Rise again, rise again<\/em><\/strong> <\/p>\n Well, the owners wrote her off and not a nickel would they spend We talked of her all winter, some days around the clock, <\/p>\n All spring, now, we’ve been with her on a barge lent by a friend. We’ve patched her rents and stopped her vents, dogged hatch and porthole down <\/p>\n For we couldn’t leave her there, you see, to crumble into scale. And you, to whom adversity has dealt that final blow, <\/p>\n Final Chorus<\/strong><\/p>\n Rise again, rise again,<\/em><\/strong> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Mary Ellen Carter is a song written and first recorded by Stan Rogers, regarding a metaphorical ship and intended to raise us up when we are in our darkest hour. She went down last October in a pouring driving rain The skipper he\u2019d been drinking and the mate he felt no pain Too […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":21,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-98","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/98","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=98"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/98\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":100,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/98\/revisions\/100"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/21"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=98"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n That\u00a0her name not be lost to the knowledge of men<\/em><\/strong>
\n All those who loved her best and were with her to the end<\/em><\/strong>
\n Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nShe gave twenty years of service, boys, and met a sorry end
\nBut insurance paid the loss to them, they let her rest below
\nThey laughed at us and said we’d have to go.<\/p>\n
\nFor she’s worth a quarter million, a-floating at the dock.
\nAnd with every jar that hit the bar we swore we would remain
\nAnd make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Chorus<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nThree dives a day in a hard hat suit and twice I’ve had the bends.
\nThank God it’s only sixty feet and the currents here are slow
\nOr I’d never have the strength to go below.<\/p>\n
\nPut cables to her fore and aft and girded her around
\nTomorrow, noon, we\u2019ll hit the air and then take up the strain
\nAnd make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Chorus<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nShe’d saved our lives so many times, living through the gales
\nAnd the laughing, drunken rats who left her to a sorry grave,
\nThey won’t be laughing in another day.<\/p>\n
\nWith smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go
\nTurn to and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
\nAnd like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again!<\/p>\n
\n Though your heart it be broken and life about to end,<\/em><\/strong>
\n No matter what you’ve lost, be it a home, a love, a friend,<\/em><\/strong>
\n Like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n