Posted by Andrew Craig-Bennett on July 27, 2003 at 22:01:49 from 195.93.32.8 user ACB.
In Reply to: Re: Another version (was Re: politicised locals (was) posted by Ian on July 27, 2003 at 18:34:05:
Thanks for that, Ian!
Encouraged by Ross's interest, here are the last two verses of the Maldon version:
"Well, I go where I will, across swatchway and rill, and bring up in some lonely old creek.
I've tucked in the Swale to ride out a gale, then cruised with fair winds for a week.
I'v heard the call of the curlew, then watched them fly far overhead.
Oh, rather than pack up my sailing, I think I would rather be dead!
...chorus....
I once loved a maid, a spot welder by trade, she was fair as the saltings in bloom.
The grey of her eyes matched the estuary skies, and I loved her from April to June.
On the day that we should have been married, I raced the Old Gaffers instead.
Oh rather than pack up my sailing, I think I would rather be dead!
...chorus...
We may note in passing that this song definitely pre-dates the Global Positioning System!
The OGA also has a moderately notorious song (including a favourable reference to AR in the sixth verse!) which unfortunately my own Roger has learned all too well...
"Little bathtubs in marinas, little bathtubs made of ticky-tacky,
"Little bathtubs at the quayside and the Owner at the bar,
"There's a white one, and a white one, and a white one, and a white one,
"And they're all made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same..."
He will also insist on muttering "Hullaballoos!" whenever he sees a gin palace...