Downeast Clambake

 

 

 

 

Give me your hand and let me take
You to a real Downeast Clambake
We take a schooner through the bay
Deer Isle is where we’ll spend the day

 

                  

We’ll start up with some Bartlett’s wine
It’s dry and tasty, mighty fine
The Coastal White is best, you know
They make it down to Gouldsboro

We may have just a little cheese
(And later hope that there’s a breeze)
But, now we start the seafood fun
So sit and have some chowder, hon

 

                 

                                  It’s netted like in days of old
                                  From wooden boats in waters cold
                                  Then rushed right back here through the bay
                                  To bring this haddock fresh today

                                  These seaweed cooks will work and toil
                                  Then bring us steamed clams wrapped in foil
                                  Melted butter that’s piping hot
                                  And for the shells a giant pot

 

    

                           So as you toss the shells away
                           I’ll teach a little game we play
                           You try to throw each seafood shell
                           To make the pot ring like a bell

                           Since you’re with me there’s quite a treat
                           This flask I hide down on the seat
                           Will cause a wondrous heart attack
                           It’s uncle Roland’s Apple Jack!

                           So, now that we have both been primed
                           The boiling water aptly timed
                           The cooks our table will adorn
                           With two-pound lobsters and fresh corn

 

              

                                      I think I better crack yours too
                                      Or flatlander, they’ll laugh at you
                                      When you pull back, let out a cry
                                      With hot salt water in your eye

                                      So now you feast upon a claw
                                      While I serve you some Cole Farm slaw
                                      Then I teach you to suck the legs
                                      To get out all the little dregs

                                      Then I will crack the lobster tails
                                      Remove the tiny brown entrails
                                      You bite it and you start to moan
                                      (Don’t fret it, you are not alone)

                                      The last part of the Maine clambake
                                      Is squares of wild blueberry cake
                                      Then coffee is the final course
                                      Spiked with the Apple Jack, of course

                       

                                     We’ll sit and talk and stay right there
                                     Too full for moving anywhere
                                     Then make the voyage by and by
                                     Back to the mainland, say goodbye