JOEY PITCHER  

Joey came from Hopeall in Trinity Bay to go fishing with the Best's and married Lucy Pomroy. He settled on "Dunn's Point", which was in later years called "Pitcher's Point“, in reference to Joey and his family who lived there. Joey was regarded as the best sculler in Merasheen, When he was building his house on Dunn's Point, he saw Jack Fulford fall out of his moving motor boat almost down to the Fish Rock. Joey ran to the Priest's wharf where his punt was moored, and when the engine wouldn't start, sculled to the Fish Rock. He spotted Jack Fulford about six feet under water and hooked him under the arm with the pin of the sculling oar. Jack was unconscious so he laid him across the taut and they revived him after Joey got him ashore. When they brought him around, Jack said. "When l go. that's  the way l want to go - drown! It's just like going to sleep in a feather bed”. Some years after that, Jack Fulford was drowned when his dory overturned in the narrows. However, he had gotten a few extra years lease on life because of Joey Pitcher's sculling.

The Rusty Old Barber  

(Lar Pitcher's Song)

A rusty old barber in London did live,
And a rusty old shave for a penny he'd give,
With a rusty old razor all covered with rust,
And he always kept waiting for those who gave trust.
With me down-down, me-lather-down dee.

Now it happened an lrishman chanced for to stray,
Who hadn’t been shaved for manys a day;
He strode to the door and he said with a grin,
"Will you give me a shave sir, and may l come in?"
With me down-down, me-lather-down dee.

"No, no" says the barber, “l do not give trust",
“Well, fate then" says Paddy, “lt's this time you must.
For the devil a penny have l got to pay,
Though l haven't been shaved for manys a day“.
With me down~down, me-lather-down dee.

"Come in" says the barber, “Sit down in me chair.
And I'll shave your grizzly old beard to a hair."
With the old rusty razor he then did begin,
And the tears big as praities rolled down Paddy‘s chin.
With me down-down, me-lather-down dee.

"Holy murder!" shouted Paddy, “Now what are you doin',
Be the Holy St Patrick, me jaws you will ruin. 
l didn't come here to be shaved with a saw,
Be the Hokey you'll tear the gums out of me jaw".
With me down-down, me-lather-down dee.

Well I'll always remember till l go to me grave,
To the hour of my death, that old rusty shave.
You may talk about razors and shaves so slick
But tor my part l'd rather be shaved with a brick.
With me down-down, me-lather-down dee.

Rusty Old Barber by Shannyganook