Add 4 songs to the main list

songs/away-santianna-away-santianna.md

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 templateKey: song
 title: Away Santianna
-published: false
+published: true
 wordsBy: Pyrates Royale
 tuneBy: Traditional
 chorusLine: Away Santianna

songs/my-mothers-savage-daughter-my-mothers-savage-daughter.md

@@ -1,7 +1,7 @@
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 templateKey: song
 title: My Mother's Savage Daughter
-published: false
+published: true
 wordsBy: c.1990 k.l. u. kahan
 tuneBy: c.1990 k.l. u. kahan
 chorusLine: I am my mother’s savage daughter

songs/old-zeb-old-zeb.md

@@ -1,7 +1,7 @@
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 templateKey: song
 title: Old Zeb
-published: false
+published: true
 wordsBy: >-
   Larry Kaplan, crediting Bob Walser, Indian Neck, 1984 (who got it from Bruce
   Thompson)
@@ -10,29 +10,29 @@ tags:
 date: 2019-11-11T20:02:45.914Z
 description: "The song concerns Capt. Zebulon Tilton, who skippered the\r\nschooner Alice B. Wentworth out of Vinyard Haven. He retired at\r\nage 83; Rosie and Gertie were his daughters. The song appears on\r\n\"Cap'n Hawkins' Choice\" ( Winter Haven Records).\r"
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-I'm not tired of the wind, I'm not weary of the sea,
-But she's prob'ly had a bellyfull of a damned old coot like me.
-I'm bound a-shore, she's gone for better days,
-But I'll see her topsail flyin' when I come down off the way.
-
-Chorus:
-
-> _Rosie, get my Sunday shoes_,
->_Gertie get my walkin' cane_;
->_We'll take another walk to see_
->_Old Alice sail again_.
-
-Wish I had a nickel for the men I used to know
-Who could load three cords of lumber in half an hour or so.
-Who could put sail be hauling, 'stead of donkeyin' around.
-Then I' d be the poorest coasterman this side of Edgartown.
-
-Any fool can run an engine, it takes brains to work a sail,
-I've never seen no steamer make much good out of a gale.
-You can go and pay your taxes on the rationed gas you get;
-But at least to me, the wind is free, and they haven't run out yet.
-
-If I ever get back to her, you know I'd treat her just the same:
-Drive her when I want to, I'd sail in freezing rain.
-Park old Alice on the beach, and go dancin' in the town,
-Cause a man who's fit for hangin' prob'ly never will get drowned.
+I'm not tired of the wind, I'm not weary of the sea,
+But she's prob'ly had a bellyfull of a damned old coot like me.
+I'm bound a-shore, she's gone for better days,
+But I'll see her topsail flyin' when I come down off the way.
+
+Chorus:
+
+> _Rosie, get my Sunday shoes_,
+>_Gertie get my walkin' cane_;
+>_We'll take another walk to see_
+>_Old Alice sail again_.
+
+Wish I had a nickel for the men I used to know
+Who could load three cords of lumber in half an hour or so.
+Who could put sail be hauling, 'stead of donkeyin' around.
+Then I' d be the poorest coasterman this side of Edgartown.
+
+Any fool can run an engine, it takes brains to work a sail,
+I've never seen no steamer make much good out of a gale.
+You can go and pay your taxes on the rationed gas you get;
+But at least to me, the wind is free, and they haven't run out yet.
+
+If I ever get back to her, you know I'd treat her just the same:
+Drive her when I want to, I'd sail in freezing rain.
+Park old Alice on the beach, and go dancin' in the town,
+Cause a man who's fit for hangin' prob'ly never will get drowned.

songs/the-last-leviathan-the-last-leviathan.md

@@ -1,14 +1,14 @@
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-templateKey: song
-title: The Last Leviathan
-published: false
-wordsBy: Andy Barnes
-chorusLine: My soul has been torn from me and I am bleeding
-songLine: My soul has been torn from me and I am bleeding
-tags:
-  - song
-date: 2019-11-11T19:42:45.837Z
----
+---
+templateKey: song
+title: The Last Leviathan
+published: true
+wordsBy: Andy Barnes
+chorusLine: My soul has been torn from me and I am bleeding
+songLine: My soul has been torn from me and I am bleeding
+tags:
+  - song
+date: 2019-11-11T19:42:45.837Z
+---
 Chorus:
 My soul has been torn from me and I am bleeding
 My heart it has been rent and I am crying
@@ -60,4 +60,3 @@ And now we are all gone, there'll be no more hunting.
 The big fellow is no more and there is no use lamenting.
 What race will be next in line all for the slaughter?
 The elephant or the seals or your sons and daughters?
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