Stan Rogers
She went down last October in a pouring driving rain.
The skipper, he'd been drinking and the Mate, he felt no pain.
Too close to Three Mile Rock, and she was dealt her mortal blow,
And the Mary Ellen Carter settled low.
There was just us five aboard her when she finally was awash.
We'd worked like hell to save her, all heedless of the cost.
And the groan she gave as she went down, it caused us to proclaim
That the Mary Ellen Carter would rise again.
Well, the owners wrote her off; not a nickel would they spend.
She gave twenty years of service, boys, but met her sorry end.
But insurance paid the loss to us, so let her rest below.
Then they laughed at us and said we had to go.
Well we talked of her all winter, some days around the clock,
For she's worth a quarter million, afloat and at the dock.
And with every jar that hit the bar, we swore we would remain
And make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.
Rise again, rise again, that her name not be lost
To the knowledge of men
Those who loved her best and were with her ‘til the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again
All spring, now, we've been with her on a barge lent by a friend.
Three dives a day in hard hat suit and twice I've had the bends.
Thank God it's only sixty feet and the currents here are slow,
Or I'd never have the strength to go below.
Well we've patched her rents, stopped her vents, dogged hatch and porthole down.
Put cables to her, 'fore and aft, and girded her around.
Tomorrow, noon, we hit the air and then take up the strain.
And make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.
For we couldn't leave her there, you see, to crumble into scale.
She'd saved our lives so many times, living through the gales,
And the laughing, drunken rats who left her to a sorry grave—
They won't be laughing in another day. . .
And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow,
With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go,
Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain,
And like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.
Rise again, rise again — though your heart it be broken and life about to end
No matter what you've lost, be it a home, a love, a friend;
Like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again [x2]