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Steve Greenwood 30 November 2009 09:17
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Navy Songs

Do any of my ex-navy pals remember the following two songs? Dockyard mateys children sitting on a dockyard wall Watching their fathers,doing f.. k all When they get older,theyll be dockies too Just like their fathers,with f..k all to do ( sung to the tune of Bless em all ) He was saying goodby to his horse, he was saying goodby to his horse And as he saying goodby to his horse, he was saying goodby to his horse. Goodby horse, Goodby horse. Well, we did get a bit bored at sea!!!!!!
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John Richards 30 November 2009 10:23
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Navy Songs

Two great songs from the Navys top-ten, Steve. I remember them well. How about...... "This old coat of mine, on the outside it looks fine, But on the inside its seen some stormy weather..."
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Yorky 24 November 2011 22:58
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Keep the song going.

Oh mister fisherman how do you do have you a lobster I can buy from you!!!!!!!
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Slim Hoss 24 November 2011 23:35
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The Ooley- goolie bird, brings back memiories. And the first division to march past was the pompy division taking there time from the Guild hall clock, tick tock ect
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John (Scouse) Hirons 25 November 2011 00:47
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One me auld dad used to sing was; Shine Somerset shine Jimmy looks on it with pride but hed have a blue fit if he saw all the sh*t on the side of the Somersets shine. Ps Welcome back John the Janner all is forgiven.
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John Richards 25 November 2011 10:30
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Quoting: John (scouse) Hirons One me auld dad used to sing was;     Shine Somerset shine   Jimmy looks on it with pride   but he'd have a blue fit   if he saw all the sh*t   on the side of the Somersets shine.   Ps  Welcome back John the Janner all is forgiven. Wadja mean, Scouse ? "Welcome back"......I aint come back. I posted that 2 years ago!
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Bomber 25 November 2011 10:47
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I love to roam the hills and dales And along the river banks. I once trod on a young mans bum And a woman shouted thanks.
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..... 25 November 2011 11:18
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Quoting: John Patrick Eugene Howarth Oh mister fisherman how do you do have you a lobster I can buy from you!!!!!!! Dont get me no fish for my tea, Daddys coming home with crabs.
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Steve Greenwood 25 November 2011 12:16
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One of my favourites was the refrain from the Devonport Field Gun crew who sang "Bread of heaven, Bread of heaven. Feed me till I'm Six Foot four. Feed me till I'm Six Foot four"Guess what the tune was? Last edited by Steve Greenwood
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Mac 25 November 2011 13:02
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Sing to the tune "My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean"!!! JENNY WREN BRIDE Ive just come away from the wedding, Oh Lord I could laugh till I cried. Ill never forget the relations I met When I married my Jenny Wren bride. cho: Married, married, I married my Jenny Wren bri-iide, Married, married, I married my Jenny Wren bride. Her father he works in the dockyard, Her brother he owns a Marine Store, And as for their habits, well talk about rabbits Theyve yot half the dockyard ashore. I asked her old man for a dowry, He gave me a can of soft soap, A bundle of waste and some polishing paste And fifty-six fathoms of rope. The present we got from her brother Was twenty-four yards of blue jean, Her cousin, the crusher, he sent us note-paper, Six packets ot Service Latrine. Her family hung flags in the churchyard And they painted the hallway with flatting, When out steppcd the bride they all piped the side, And she tripped on the coconut matting. Her wedding-dress, lashed up with spunyarn, Was made from an old whalers sail. On top of her head a dishcloth was spread, With a spudnet in front for a veil. Her pctticoat was made out of hessian, Her knickers were made of green baize, While for her suspenders shed a motor-boats fenders And two pussers gaiters for stays. Now most of rhe church congregation Was made up of Wrens on the dole While in the back pew sat the six-inch guns crew And half of the standing patrol. The parson got up in the pulpit. He said, "Who gives this woman away?" Thcn a bloke from the Hood whispered: "Blimey, I could, But let every dog have its day." Well now, Im just off on me honeymoon, I dont know what happens tonight, But Ive spoke to a few who declare that they do, And they swear shes a bit of all right. From Cyril Tawneys "Grey Funnel Lines".....I have the book!!
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Steve Greenwood 25 November 2011 14:08
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And I bet some bright spark knew all the verses on the way back in the Liberty bus or boat!! Ah,Ray, nostalgia aint what it used to be; I had a mate who could remember things that didnt even happen!! Splice the mainbrace. Hands to Make and Mend.
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Mac 25 November 2011 14:11
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Quoting: John Patrick Eugene Howarth Oh mister fisherman how do you do have you a lobster I can buy from you!!!!!!! The Lobster Song. Good Morning Mr Fisherman, "Good Morning", says he. Have you a lobster, I can have for tea. Well yes sir, yes sir I have two, And the biggest of the bastards I will sell to you. Singing Roll Tiddly Oh, Sh*t or bust, Never let your bollocks, Dangle in the dust. I got the lobster home, I couldnt find a dish, So I put it in the pot where the Missus has a p*ss. Early next morning, the old woman rose, Up went her nightie and she let the waters flow. At first she gave a scream, and then she gave a grunt, And she leapt around the room with a lobster on her c**t. I grabbed the poker, she grabbed the broom, We chased that bloody lobster all around the room. I hit it in the back. I hit it in the side, Hit it in the bollocks until the bastard died. The moral of the story, the moral is this, Always have a shuftie before you have a p*ss. This is my story, Ill tell you no more, Theres an apple up my bumhole and you can have the core.... It passed the censor!!
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Steve Greenwood 25 November 2011 14:15
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If you didnt have a sense of humor when you joined the Andrew ; you sure as hell had one when you left!
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John (Scouse) Hirons 25 November 2011 14:18
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Quoting: John Richards Wadja mean, Scouse ? "Welcome back"......I ain't come back. I posted that 2 years ago! Alright John, I knew that, I posted mine in a time capsual to be opened when Dicky Docked.
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..... 25 November 2011 14:42
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Heres one we used to sing a school song time in the 1940s. A "Sea Shanty" Ive never seen the like since i was born a big Buck Ni.ger with his sea boots on, Johnny comes down to Hilo, poor old man, Oh wake her Oh shake her Oh wake that Gal with the blue dress on, When Johnny comes down to Hilo poor old man. There were other verses about the Plantation Boss on a big black Hoss but cant remember it. We used to sit in the Science classroom singing this with some gusto whilst turning on the gas taps which was aimed at the junior boys sat below us. Happy Days. PS. Had not a clue what a real Black man looked like in those times.
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