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With a stylistic bow to the expressively sung fo’c’s’le shanties that Cindy came to love while growing up comes a tale of a sailing expedition gone awry, aided by research in the Indiana room of the Monroe County Public Library as well as conversations with our neighbor and old-time fiddle mentor, Joe Dawson (1928-2012). Joe grew up on his grandparents’ farm, now submerged under Lake Monroe, and “Paddy” is one of the many gems he learned from his grandfather, fiddler Jasper Chambers.
We were privileged to learn not only Joe’s unique body of traditional music but to hear his stories of growing up in the hills and fields of south-central Indiana. Joe’s music is available through the Archives of Traditional Music at Indiana University in Bloomington. You can hear him play "Paddy Won’t You Have Some Good Old Cider" at www.kalletlarsen.com.
lyrics
Come lads and lassies o’er the world, come hither fro and to
For of this tale of wild adventure, I will tell to you
Now lies in rest a part of me, you might say, “so it goes”
The day I lost my glasses off the shores of Lake Monroe
Oh when I was a woman grown, years 50 with an “and”
I left my fair New England shores for the hills of Indian’
I knew not then what I know now of inland waters bold
Some glacial, man-made, stream-fed, and their stories must be told
How vast that stretch of water, why it makes you say, “Oh my!”
With autumn leaves all rust and gold from summer hot and dry
Me love and I, oh we set sail in our red-bottomed craft
Nigh four feet wide from side to side, near eight feet fore and aft
Of fiberglass all through and through, a sail of plastic clear
With duct tape reinforcement and a tiller for to steer
Her boom and sprit both fashioned from a single 2’’ x 4’’
Hand-hewn by Arthur Blodgett in the church parking lot next door
Now, Lake Monroe, as well you know, was not quite always so
The Miami and the Delaware all roamed here long ago
‘Til the treaty of Fort Wayne, September, eighteen hundred nine
Helped lead to Tecumsah’s war and the Native uprising time
There was oak and walnut, cherry, maple, berries, roots to eat
Where the East Fork of the White River fed branches of Salt Creek
They built the dam in 1960 through to ‘65
For flood control and drinking water, drowned these woods alive
They appraised the land in deep of winter, paid the farmers low
Chopped trees, burned houses, near 4000 people had to go
The corporations bought up land, as did the University
And as the waters rose they had their shorefront property
The wind was shifty, light and spare, on that fateful afternoon
We bantered, oh, without a care, as we ducked beneath the boom
Just out and back straight from the beach, ‘bout an hour, maybe less
When I decided, close to shore, that I’d like to swim the rest
Overboard I leapt, but careful not, oh careful not I was
Our gallant craft lay on its side, as did my shining dove
“Oh, save my watch!” I cried, as he raised up one dripping hand
We had to tow that wreck ashore, wade through the muck to land
I bailed and bailed as my love he bravely unstepped the mast
We breathed a sigh of great relief as on the beach we stood at last
When suddenly a cry I uttered, and I’m sure you know the rest
My glasses they had left my life, as young birds leave the nest
So, now in slumber do they lie, with visions of times gone
When waves of corn, alfalfa, oats all glistened in the sun
And many’s the farm and grazing field now mud and stump below
The lives and stories sunk beneath the serpent-shaped Monroe
They weren’t my only glasses, oh I had an ancient pair
So let me tell you, all who hear, you must always have a spare
When either you set sail or come and get your oars and row
And well mind the deep and the tales that sleep off the shores of Lake Monroe
credits
from Welcome Day,
released September 15, 2015
Cindy Kallet: vocal, fiola
Grey Larsen: vocal, anglo concertina, harmonium, fiddle
Music and lyrics for "The Shores of Lake Monroe" by Cindy Kallet, BMI, Sleepy Creek Music
"Paddy Won't You Have Some Good Old Cider" is a traditional American tune from southern Indiana.
Produced by Grey Larsen and Cindy Kallet
Recorded and mixed by Grey Larsen at Sleepy Creek Recording, Bloomington, Indiana USA
Mastered by Grey Larsen at Grey Larsen Mastering, Bloomington, Indiana USA
Mixing and mastering consultation by Mark Hood
Photographs by Alison Shaw
Graphic Design by Marty Somberg
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