牋牋牋牋牋牋牋?牋牋牋?Ledge-End of the Fiddler
牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋?牋牋牋牋牋??1988 Nick Apollonio, Soulstice Music
牋牋牋牋牋?Nick says "I wrote this down as it came to me out of a memory, from when I was quite young, of someone telling me about the origin of the Fiddler's Ledge name?it's a granite obelisk at the entrance to the Fox Islands Thorofare.?Don't know how old it is, but the story goes that a local fiddler who was popular in the community was sailing home under the influence one night and pile up on the ledge before there was a marker there.?According to the teller (who probably liked to scare kids with ghost stories) one can still hear him fiddling there on foggy nights.?The tune comes from a lumberjack song The Jam on Gerry's Rocks.?The Drunkard mentioned in the song is another ledge to the West of the Fiddler.?A pinky is a doubled-ended type of sailing vessel with an odd stern extension, usually schooner rig, that developed on this coast in the late 1700s."
牋牋牋牋牋?Gordon says "I heard a similar story a foreign vessel that piled up on that particular patch of knobs, but since it has now become a song we'll call this history."
Gordon ?12-string guitar (built by Nick Apollonio)
牋牋牋牋牋?Come hear my tale, you mariners who sail Penobscot Bay
牋牋牋牋牋?You know the granite monument that's visible by day
牋牋牋牋牋?At the entrance of the thorofare that feeds North Haven town
牋牋牋牋牋?It marks the ledge where long ago a young fiddling Tom was drowned.
牋牋牋牋牋?Now Tom was a friend to one and all and a fiddler second to none
牋牋牋牋牋?And a sailor too, but most of all he loved his jug of rum
牋牋牋牋牋?And when the fire was in his bow and the musd was in his eye
牋牋牋牋牋?Folks would flock from field and farm to hear the fiddler's fingers fly.
牋牋牋牋牋?Now the fiddler and Jim Brown set out on the thirty-first of May牋牋
牋牋牋牋牋?To play the dance at Rockland thirteen miles across the bay
牋牋牋牋牋?With the wind southeast on the sunlit sea their pinky skipped along
牋牋牋牋牋?Their hearts were full as the rising moon and the air was full of song.
牋牋牋牋牋?Well they jigged and reeled till the midnight hour and the dance was winding 牋牋 牋牋牋牋牋?牋牋?/span>down
牋牋牋牋牋?Outside they heard the southwest wind singing a different sound
牋牋牋牋牋?But the boys were full and they must get home so they up and hoisted sail
牋牋牋牋牋?Two drunks alone on the bay at night in a rising southwest gale.
牋牋牋牋牋?Well the reach was fast to the mid-bay bell and the fog was closing 'round
牋牋牋牋牋?Two miles more on the starboard side they heard the Drunkard sound
牋牋牋牋牋?So the half tide ledge off Stand In Point was all that barred their way
牋牋牋牋牋?From the homeward run through the thorofare in the dark before the day.
牋牋牋牋牋?Well the bow stuck hard and it tossed them out on the seaweed covered stone
牋牋牋牋牋?There they stood in the pounding spray, half drenched and all alone
牋牋牋牋牋?They yelled for help from the near-by point, they sang and cried and swore
牋牋牋牋牋?And the fiddler bowed one final reel for he knew he'd sail no more.
牋牋牋牋牋?All they found in the morning light was the empty case and bow
牋牋牋牋牋?And late that year they built their friends a monument in stone
牋牋牋牋牋?But still they say on moonlit nights in the early part of June
牋牋牋牋牋?You can hear in the fog the sound of the fiddler playing his lonesome tune.