In the fall of 1883 I had just one more load,
Of coal for the Cornish Jacks in the Silver Islet Mine.
Beneath the icy waves they picked and hacked at the silver caves,
The coal fires kept them dry. And I never once did think that just a couple drinks could cause that mine to die.
For 17 good years I've been a faithful captain here,
Always had an eye for the weather.
And it's an easy thing to say, if you're looking for someone to blame,
That the captain should have known better.
And everyone still thinks that the captain's love of drink is why that silver mine died.
I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear,
Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
The Tuttle is your ship, and you surely have the right,
To set the time of sail, and to stay here where it's warm,
One More Night.
The captain of my ship and the master of my pride,
But still there's an undertow in every sailor's mind.
And the blue of Sally's eyes and the warmth of her thighs,
Spoke to me in terms that could not be denied.
I turned my back on the lake, thinking she would wait,
and give me a little more time.
With gin and love half-crazed we'd lain there for three days
When I staggered to the window to catch a breath of air.
I remember Sally laughed as an icy winter blast
Caught me in the face and snapped back my hair
And one thought filled my head, as I fell back on the bed:
that silver mine's gonna die.
I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear,
Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
The Tuttle is your ship, and you surely have the right,
To set the time of sail, and to stay here where it's warm,
One More Night.
We stoked the boilers hot,
But the Tuttle she was caught.
No way to get the lake to change her stubborn mind
There was no way to entice that wretched winter ice
To leave a channel open to the Silver Islet Mine
And with no coal to fire the pumps,
In November all at once
The lake had drowned that mine.
In the fall of 1883, just one more load of coal would have saved the Silver Islet Mine
Now I know that I'm to blame, and I must bear the shame
But try to understand the nature of my crime
I was unfaithful to the lake, she raged at my mistake she wanted that mine to die.
And i could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear,
Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
The Tuttle is your ship, and you surely have the right,
To set the time of sail...
I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear,
Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
The Tuttle is your ship, and you surely have the right,
To set the time of sail.
I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear,
Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
The Tuttle is your ship,
You surely have the right,
To set the time of sail
And to stay here where it's warm
One more night.
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