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based on a story told to me in a rural bar in northern British Columbia while I was touring the north in the late 70's.
fisherman loses wife and child while away from isolated home, turns to drink to forget.
1. Once I was a young man, living by the coast
Fishing for my living, and living more than most
Now you see me begging, for a dollar or a drink
And you look at me and wonder how low a man can sink.
Chorus: Now it's round, round, the bottle pass my way
Maybe if we drink enough, we can drive the memories away.
2. Once I was a proud man, living by the sea
On the north of Graham Island in the Charlottes of BC
To the canneries at Rupert with my cargo I would go
And trade my fish for silver and pick up food for home.
3. My lady's name was Anna and she meant the world to me
I had a darling daughter whose name was Melody
They filled my days with loving till a man could want no more
But I lost them both to fire in 1964.
4. It happened late in August when I was not at home
A tankard of marine gas exploded in the sun
Where Melody was playing, she turned and looked around
And caught her head a fragment and died without a sound.
5. My Anna came a running from the house down to the pier
She saw her daughter lying with the flames drawing near
She ran to try and save her but the fire caught her hair
And when I returned at sunset, I found her dying there.
6. So I come down to Vancouver and I ran my ship aground
And if I were less a coward I'd have stayed with her and drowned
Now you see me dying one bottle at a time
So drink to your misfortune and I will drink to mine.