The Cumberland Crew
Smokey Bastard - The Cumberland's Crew (Cover of an old Irish tune) Oh! shipmates, come rally, and join in my ditty. Of a terrible battle that happened of late; Let each good Union-Tar shed a tear of sad pity, As he listens to the once gallant Cumberland's fate. It was the Eighth day of March told a terrible story. And many a tar to this world bid adieu! But our flag it was wrapt in a mantle of glory, Am By the heroic deeds of the Cumberlands crew... Am Em Em C E7 On that ill-fated day about ten in the morning, C G Em Am The sky it was clear, and bright shone the sun; Em Em C E7 The drums of the Cumberland sounded a warning, C G Em Am Bidding each gallant seaman to stand by his gun. Am Dm Am Em An iron-clad frigate down on us came bearing. Am Dm Am (mid finger to A-2) While high in the air a rebel flag flew; Em Em Am E7 A pennant of treason she proudly was waving. C G Em Am Determined to conquer the Cumberland's crew. Irish whistle Solo: Em Em Am E7 C G Em Am Em G Am Em C G Em Am Em Em Am E7 So our noble ship fired her guns' dreadful thunder. C G Em Am Her broad-sides, like hail, on the Rebels did pour; Em Em Am E7 But our sailors gazed on, filled with terror and wonder- C G Em Am As the shots struck her sides and glanced harmlessly forth Am Dm Am Em But the pride of our navy could never be daunted, Am Dm Am (Mid finger to A-2) Tho' the dead and the dying her deck they did strew; Em Em Am E7 And the flag of our Union how proudly she flaunted. C G Em Am Sustained by the blood of the Cumberland's crew. Electric and Drum Solo: Em Em Am E7 C G Em Am Em G Am E7 C G Em Am Am Dm Am Em Am Dm Am MF Em Em Am E7 C G Em Am Em Em Am E7 3 hours we fought them with stern resolution, C G Em Am Till the rebels found cannon could never decide; Em Em Am E7 The flag of secession had no power to gall them, C G Em Am Tho' the blood from their scuppers it crimson'd the tide, As they struck us on mid-ship, our planks she did sever, Em Her sharp iron prong pierced our noble ship through: Em Em Am E7 And still, though she splintered and twisted hard over, C G Em Am We'll die at our guns! cried the Cumberland's crew. Em Em Am E7 C G Em Am Em G Am E7 C G Em Am Am Dm Am Em Am Dm Am Em Em Em Am E7 C G Em Am Softly... Am... Em Em C E7 So slowly they sank 'Neath Virginia's dark waters, C G Em Am Their voices on earth will ne'er be heard more Em Em C E7 They'll be mourned by Columbia's brave sons and fair daughters! C G Em Am May their blood be avenged on Virginia's shore!- In their battle-stained graves they are silently lying- Their souls have forever to each bid adieu! But the star-spangled banner above them is still flying; Am (1 slow strum) For it was nailed to the mast by the Cumberland's crew.