The Sailor's Grave
Burl Ives · Down To The Sea In Ships [1956]
Our barque was far, far from the land
When the fairest of our gallant band
Grew deadly pale, and pined away
Like the twilight dawn of an autumn day.
We watched him through long hours of pain.
Our fears were great, our hopes in vain.
Death's call he heard; made no alarm.
He smiled and died in his messmate's arms.
We had no costly winding sheet.
We placed two round shot at his feet
And in his hammock, snug and sound:
A kingly shroud like marble bound.
We proudly decked his funeral vest
With a starry flag upon his breast.
We gave him this as a badge so brave,
Then he was fit for a sailor's grave.
Our voices broke, our hearts turned weak
And tears were seen on the brownest cheek.
A quiver played on the lip of pride
As we lowered him down our ship's dark side.
A splash, a plunge and our task was o'er
And the billows rolled as they rolled before,
And many a prayer said to the wave
That lowered him in a sailor's grave.
When the fairest of our gallant band
Grew deadly pale, and pined away
Like the twilight dawn of an autumn day.
We watched him through long hours of pain.
Our fears were great, our hopes in vain.
Death's call he heard; made no alarm.
He smiled and died in his messmate's arms.
We had no costly winding sheet.
We placed two round shot at his feet
And in his hammock, snug and sound:
A kingly shroud like marble bound.
We proudly decked his funeral vest
With a starry flag upon his breast.
We gave him this as a badge so brave,
Then he was fit for a sailor's grave.
Our voices broke, our hearts turned weak
And tears were seen on the brownest cheek.
A quiver played on the lip of pride
As we lowered him down our ship's dark side.
A splash, a plunge and our task was o'er
And the billows rolled as they rolled before,
And many a prayer said to the wave
That lowered him in a sailor's grave.
The Sailor's Grave
Burl Ives delivers a hauntingly beautiful rendition of "The Sailor's Grave" on the 1956 album "Down To The Sea In Ships." As a defining figure of American folk and traditional music, Ives captures the melancholic spirit of the sea shanty with his distinctive baritone and gentle acoustic guitar accompaniment. The recording reflects the era's deep connection to maritime folklore, evoking the loneliness and longing associated with sailors lost at sea. This performance stands as a testament to Ives' ability to breathe new life into traditional ballads, making it a cherished staple in the folk canon and a timeless example of mid-century American recording.