Sailor Boy (Weekday Special, Direct)

• A plumb line up the most aesthetic wave of Baker’s cliff, start the first 2/3 of Weekday Special, and where the original route breaks left, continue straight up the crack and face (crux) to a roof. Traverse out to the lip of the roof and pull straight up onto the face, and follow a tasty fingercrack to the top.
  
  

Named after “Sailor Boy,” a song by the local Adirondack band “nubble”:

I’m a little sailor boy
And I wear my sailor suit
I’m a little sailor boy
And my boat it goes toot toot

Oh the salty gales
Billow canvas sails
And lungs and hearts alike
So we’ll spin new tales
Stretching no details
‘Til the land is back in sight

Oh the night ‘fore last
I swore to my lass
That I’d make a safe return
But the sea is vast
And the crew are crass
So she couldn’t veil her concern

(Chorus)

I kept watch through yawns
From the gloam til dawn
When a crimson sky did rise
The soused lads slept on
Eyelids tightly drawn
As the winds and torrents cried

Lashed to the wheel
Setting rudder and keel
To slice through cresting waves
In this foul ordeal
No divine appeal
Would our ship at sea save

(Chorus)

(Bridge) 

Beating windward through the squall
With only hardtack to gnaw
Mem’ries of me’ol’ man’s muffins
Became this shanty’s MacGuffin

I’m a little muffin boy
And I wear my muffin suit
I’m a little sailor boy
And my boat it goes toot toot

Keen to trade the spume,
For her floury perfume,
To the muffin shop I steered
To the ashen plume
O’er a smold’ring tomb
Where I stood with sailor’s tears

Her loss stabbed my core
Like a splintery oar
There’s a price to life at sea
I’ll find peace ashore
Sailing nevermore
It’s a baker’s life for me!

I was a little sailor boy
And I wore my sailor suit
I was a little sailor boy
And my boat it went toot toot

Gear: 0.2 to #1, doubles in fingers, #4, blue and red ball nuts or RPs