[Research sometimes turns up more than just a lot of information. Bruce Kemp,
a freelance photographer, supplied Stan with a true life story. There really is
a wonderful, crazy man in Windsor who has raised the Blue Dolphin from the
harbour mud. She is the sister ship of the Bluenose, about 20 ft. shorter and
somewhat deeper and heavier in the keel. She saw service as a pleasure craft,
a research ship and then as a sub tracker in W.W.II. Attempts are being made
to restore her and put her on display as a museum. Support for this venture
can be sent to Bruce Kemp, 60 Shanly St., Toronto Ontario M6H 1S5]
It was just like him. He had to pick
A boat gone from dowdy to derelict
In half a dozen years
Of searching for an owner
She may have lost her heart in the harbour mud,
But she really caught his at the flood;
And he wonders how she knew
That she was waiting for a loner.
Blue Dolphin, built by the Rhuland men,
She's lying on the bottom again
With only him to care
That Bluenose had a sister.
He lost the house and he sold the car.
His wife walked out; so he hit the bars
And hit up every friend
To raise the Blue Dolphin
And even afloat she's a hole in the water where his money goes.
Every dollar goes
And it's driving him crazy.
He pounds his fists white on the dock in the night
And cries, "I'm gonna win!"
And licks the blood away.
And he's gonna raise the Dolphin.
Blue Dolphin's lying like a wounded whale.
She's hungry for a scrap of a sail
To get her underway
Back to salt water.
Now there's a man lying spent in the winter sun.
He wonders what the hell he has done
And who would ever pay
To save his schooner daughter.
For even afloat she's a hole in the water where his money goes.
Every dollar goes
And it's driving him crazy.
He pounds his fists white on the dock in the night
And cries, "I'm gonna win!"
And licks the blood away.
And he's gonna raise the Dolphin.