Lyrics The Brean Lament - June Tabor
The
waters
they
washed
them
ashore,
ashore
And
they
never
will
sail
the
seas
no
more
We
laid
them
along
by
the
churchyard
wall
And
all
in
a
row
we
buried
them
all
But
their
boots
we
buried
below
the
tide
On
Severn-side
The
gulls
they
fly
over
so
high,
so
high
To
the
sea
where
their
bodies
all
safe
do
lie
They
fly
all
around
and
loud
they
do
call
Where
all
in
a
row
we
buried
them
all
But
their
boots
we
buried
below
the
tide
On
Severn-side
"Spoken:"
The
bodies
of
the
drowned
at
sea
were
not
buried
at
the
church
But
at
the
tideline,
until
the
Eighteen-Seventies
And
even
when
accorded
Christian
burial,
Were
never
brought
into
the
church
itself
But
buried
in
the
sailors′
Graveyard.
The
sea
might
wish
to
reclaim
them
Many
people
believed,
drowned
sailors
returned
as
seagulls
And
that
according
to
Astral
Law,
A
gull
would
attack
an
exhausted
swimmer
Who
was
still
managing
to
escape
his
Fate,
out
of
sheer
envy
of
the
living
On
many
Western
coasts
it
was
the
Practice,
even
in
days
of
more
Christian
funerals
To
bury
the
boots
of
the
dead
on
the
tideline
The
waters
they
washed
them
ashore,
ashore
And
they
never
will
sail
the
seas
no
more
We
laid
them
along
by
the
churchyard
wall
And
all
in
a
row
we
buried
them
all
But
their
boots
we
buried
below
the
tide
On
Severn-side
1 Finisterre
2 The Bleacher Lassie of Kelvinhaugh
3 The Grey Funnel Line
4 Le Vingt-cinquième Du Mois D'octobre
5 Shipbuilding
6 Jamaica
7 The Great Selkie of Sule Skerry
8 Winter Comes In / Vidlin Voe
9 The Oggie Man
10 I'll Go and Enlist for a Sailor
11 The Brean Lament
12 Le Petit Navire
13 Across The Wide Ocean
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