My collaborators were 35-40 people, mostly over the age of 65. Getting them to sing the response lines in time and in tune was a challenge. Lots of work went into those little snippets of audio (captured on an old-as-hell Zoom H4n).
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Anyway, lyrics:
The first that I remember I worked the land
With spade and plough drawn by hand
A draft mule might have saved us, by breaking a few more rows
And maybe we’d a’ et him, when the winter got too cold
And you haul weigh-heigh
As best you can weigh-heigh
And as hunger stole my final breath
I hoped for better luck in the roulette
Raise your head once more with feeling
When it comes your turn again to sing
Then I was a sailor on a southern rig
I wondered at creation so wide and so big
And the terror and the beauty of nature all around
And I don’t hold it against her, that she run us aground
And you haul weigh-heigh
As best you can weigh-heigh
As the ocean stole my final breath
I hoped for better luck in the roulette
One day I wore fatigues, and stripes upon my sleeve
And set foreign men’s mothers and widows for to grieve
But amid the hell and chaos, I had friends by my side
I loved them all and saved them, or heaven knows I tried
And you haul weigh-heigh
As best you can weigh-heigh
As a bullet stole my final breath
I hoped for better luck in the roulette
And you haul weigh-heigh
As best you can weigh-heigh
And until my soul ascends the final step
I hoped for better luck in the roulette