there’s a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping Through the lights of beacon street And if you listen you can hear her weeping, She’s weeping, cause the gentlemen are calling And the snow is softly falling on her petticoats. And she’s standing in the harbour And she’s waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat. See how they approach
With dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple ‘til she’s safe within their keeping A gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from any speaking, or screaming And they row her out to packets where the sailor’s sorry racket calls for maidenhead And she’s scarce above the gunwales when her clothes fall to a bundle and she’s laid in bed on the upper deck
And so she goes from ship to ship, her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned ‘Til at last she’s satisfied the lost of the marina’s teeming minions, and their opinions
And they tell her not to say a thing to cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she’ll end up dead And they throw her thirty dollars and return her to the harbour where she goes to bed, and this is how your fed
So be kind to your mother, though she may seem an awful bother, and the next time she tries to feed you collard greens, Remember what she does when you’re asleep
I have a really fond memory of this song. When I was driving up here to Washington from California I decided to visit my old roommate in Red Bluff so I plugged the address in my GPS about half way through my drive. It decided to put me through these weird back roads where I’m pretty sure I came across a hobo settling (trash everywhere, even spotted two of them one waved quickly, the other just sitting scratching his beard oblivious). It was a cool road, like an old forest service road. This song came up on shuffle on just added to the drive making it a bit spooky and cool. And it defiantly got more spooky since there were various hobo symbols/messages. And I was starting to get a bit worried cause it was taking awhile to get through this, my gps never had our location exactly right on the map. Then there were a few cross roads where I had to guess which way to go. I started to think hobos were going to run out and attack me. This song was a perfect fit for that vibe. I’ve never liked the idea of diving with music, I love diving for the serenity it brings, but I feel like this would be really cool to listen to on a night dive or at least an soundtrack to a underwater video.
I know this one is not really marine related, only two lines, sort of, but this came on when my roommate and I were sitting on the porch enjoying the amazing weather eating our brunches and just went perfect with the mood.