The Legende of Jeb Minor
Jeb Minor, you're older now
Born high in a thunder cloud
The world sang, when you sang
Sailed off on a merchant ship
Came home with a pirate's lisp
The leaves changed, when you came
I whistled "The Girls of Norfolk"
You whistled "The Girl I left Behind Me"
Cat the anchor, Jeb Minor's coming home
Jeb married a mandolin
Played for the softwater men
And port bound, in shore towns
Made friends with a smuggler's chef
Said "Jeb, you're a major mess"
Make new sounds, come southbound"
Jeb built a driftwood calliope
Sailed off on a starry August night
Cat the anchor, Jeb Minor's coming home
Jeb navvied the morning routes
The witches' oil and the water spouts
When snow fell and clouds swelled
Up high in the windswept mast
Keys pounded and low notes thrashed
Through storm gales and torn sails
Jeb held a last C minor
And crashed down with a might curse
Cat the anchor, Jeb Minor's coming home