Jam on Gerry's Rock / Willie's Songtext
von Lissa Schneckenburger

Now come all of you bold shanty boys
And listen while I relate
The story of a river man
And his untimely fate
The story of a river man
Who′s heart was true and brave
It was at the jam on Gary's Rock that he met his watery grave

It was on a Sunday morning
As you shall quickly hear
The logs were piled up mountains high
We could not keep them clear
Our foreman said come on brave lads
With hearts devoid of fear
And we′ll break the jam on Gary's Rock and for Adam's Town we′ll turn


They had not rolled off many
When they heard his clear voice say
I′ll have you be on your guards
Boys for the jam will soon give way
These words were scarcely spoken
When the jam did break and go
And it carried away those six brave lads with their foreman young Monroe

They pulled him from his watery grave
Brushed back his raven hair
There's one fair form among them
Who′s wails did ring the air
There's one fair form among them
A girl from Logan′s Town
Who's wonton cries rang to the skies for her true love that got drowned

They buried him with sorrow deep
It was on the month of May
Come all of you bold shanty boys
And for your comrade pray
They buried him with sorrow deep
It was where the hemlock grow
With the day and date of that sad fate of that shanty boy Monroe