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The Flying Cloud

from Traces by Chris Foster

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On a hill in Bristol there’s a slender tower. I was taken there on a day out when I was a kid. I remember climbing what seemed like hundreds of steps to the top and there the distances to strange and exotic sounding places across the oceans of the world were engraved in a bronze plate.

The tower was built to commemorate John Cabot, actually he was Italian so his name was really Giovanni Caboto and in 1497 he hauled up anchor and - all ‘Ship-shape and Bristol fashion’, he set sail in his small wooden ship The Mathew; down the river Avon to the Bristol channel and out across the Atlantic Ocean.

“to seeke out, discover and finde whatsoever isles countries, regions or provinces might lie beyond.

and he found an island, which, as he put it
“before this time have been unknown to all Christians” and he decided to call the island New Found Land, because he found it and, to him at least, it was new.

And along with the island of Newfoundland land he discovered the biggest supply of cod in the known universe.

So in just one epic voyage our Giovanni, the original Cap’n Birdseye, became the Codfather of such incredible cod products as Wizard Spray deodorizer, Templeton’s RAZ-MAH, Dodd’s Dyspepsia tablets, Scoot Foot Cream, Brick’s Tasteless tonic and Castoria which, for 86 years was the most trusted name in household laxatives.

In 1997 to mark the 450th anniversary of his voyage, they built a replica of the Matthew and in May they set off down the river under the suspension bridge left at Avonmouth and out across the Atlantic to Newfoundland.

Coincidentally, 1997 saw another reminder of Bristol’s seafaring history when,
further down the Bristol channel, at the bottom of the cliffs at Rapparee Cove, near Ilfracombe, Devon, February storms washed free the bones, some still in iron manacles, of African slaves who were buried in a massed grave after the ship The London that was carrying them to Bristol was dashed onto the rocks in a storm some 200 years before.

Bristol built its wealth on the back of what was called the Triangle trade. The Triangle Trade ships sailed from Bristol to West Africa where they traded their cargoes for slaves. Next came the infamous middle passage, the second side of the triangle, to the islands of the Caribbean and the coast of north America where the slaves were sold to the plantation owners for the money which bought cargoes of sugar, tobacco and cotton, grown using slave labour, which were then carried back to .....Bristol.

And Bristol also produced its share of pirates, perhaps the most famous was Edward Teach better known to you, me hearties as Blackbeard, the scourge of the Carribbean. Life as a pirate wasn’t really any more dangerous than serving in the navy in those days, but the pay was better.

This song is a stark and brutal confession of slave trading and piracy, concluding with a warning from the condemned cell. Given to me by Tim Laycock.

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My name is William Hollander as you shall understand
I was born in the county of Waterford in Erin’s lovely land.
When I was sixteen years of age, a beauty upon me shone
and I was my parents pride and joy, I being their only son.

My father bound me to a trade in Waterford’s fair town.
He bound me to a butcher there by the name of Billy Brown.
And I wore the bloody apron for three long years or more,
until I shipped on board the Ocean Queen, belonging to Tremore.

When we arrived at Bermuda’s Isle I met with Captain Moore,
the commander of the Flying Cloud from out of Baltimore.
And he asked me if I’d sail with him on a slaving voyage to go,
to the balmy shores of Africa where the sugar cane do grow.

All went well ‘til we arrived off Africa’s burning shores.
Where five hundred of those poor slaves from their native homes we tore.
We chained them up together and we forced them down below,
where scarce eighteen inches to a man was all they had to show.

And then the plague and the fever came on board and took half of them away
We dragged their bodies up on deck and we flung them in the seas.
You know I thought it might have been better for the rest of them if they had died as well,
not to wear the chains nor to feel the lash in Cuba for ever more.

Well it is now our money is all gone and we must sail again.
Captain Moore come up on deck and he said unto us men
“There is gold and silver to be had if with me you’ll remain.
We will hoist the pirate flag aloft and go scour the Spanish Main.”

All agreed but three young men, so we put them on the shore.
Two of them were Boston boys and the third came from Baltimore.
Now I wish to God I’d joined those men, when they were set on shore,
but I chose a wild and a reckless life, serving under Captain Moore.

Well we robbed and we plundered many’s the ship down on the Spanish Main.
Causing many’s the widow and orphan in sorrow to remain.
But to the crews we showed no quarter. We gave them a watery grave.
For the saying of our Captain is that dead men tell no tails.

Pursued we were by many’s the ship, by frigate and liner too.
Until at length a man o’ war the Dungeness hove in view.
We fought ‘til Captain Moore was slain and twenty of our men.
But then a chain shot tore our main mast down and we were forced to surrender then.

So it is now in Newgate Gaol I lie, bound down in iron chains,
for robbing and a plundering ships down on the Spanish Main.
The judge he found us guilty. Now I am condemned to die.
Young men a warning by me take and lead not such a life as I.

So it’s fare thee well to Waterford and the girls that I adored.
I’ll never kiss your ruby lips nor squeeze your hands no more.
For it is drinking and bad company that have made a wretch of me.
Young men a warning by me take and shun all piracy.

credits

from Traces, track released January 1, 1999
Chris Foster - vocal.

Arranged and produced by Chris Foster. Recorded by Ken Macpherson at Track Station Recording, Burton upon Trent.

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Chris Foster Reykjavik, Iceland

Chris Foster grew up in the south west of England. A master of his trade, he was recently described as “one of the finest singers and most inventive guitar accompanists of English folk songs, meriting legend status.” Over the past 40 years, he has toured throughout the UK, Europe, Canada and the USA. He has recorded six solo albums as well as working on many collaborative projects. ... more

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