Post war shanty?

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  1. Chicken on a Raft
    (Cyril Tawney)

    Skipper in the wardroom drinkin' gin,
    Hey yo, chicken on a raft!
    I don't mind knockin', but I ain't goin' in!
    Hey yo, chicken on a raft!
    The jimmy's laughin' like it'd rain,
    Hey yo, chicken on a raft!
    He's lookin' at me comic cuts again!
    Hey yo, chicken on a raft!

    cho: Chicken on a raft on a Monday morning,
    Oh, what a terrible sight to see,
    Dabtoes forward and the dustmen aft,
    Sittin' there a'pickin' at a chicken on a raft!
    Hi, ho, chicken on a raft!
    Hey, ho, chicken on a raft!
    Hi, ho, chicken on a raft!
    Hey, ho, chicken on a raft!

    Gave me the middle and the forenoon too,
    Now I'm pullin' on a whalin' crew.
    Seagulls wheelin' overhead,
    I oughter be home in me featherbed!

    I had a little girl in Donny-B,
    And did she make a fool of me.
    Her heart was like a pusser's shower,
    Run hot to cold in a quarter of an hour!

    We kissed goodbye on a midnight bus,
    She didn't cry and she didn't fuss,
    Am I that one she loves the best,
    Or just a cuckoo in another man's nest?

    An amazon girl lived in Dumfries,
    Only had her kids in two's and three's,
    She's got a sister in Maryhill,
    Says she won't but I think she will!

    Nice one Cyril!

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  2. Big fan of Cyril myself Drifts, remember this one?

    Sally Free And Easy
    ( Cyril Tawney )

    Sally, free and easy That should be her name Sally, free and easy That should be her name Took a sailor's lovin' For a nursery game

    Though the heart that you gave me Was not made of stone Though the heart that you gave me Was not made of stone It was sweet and hollow Like a honey comb

    Think I'll wait until evenin' See my ensign down Think I'll wait until evenin' See my ensign down Then I'll take the tideway To my buryin' ground

    Sally, free and easy That should be your name Sally, free and easy That should be your name When my body is landed I hope you die of shame

    The old lad composed this while submerged alongside in Malta during WW2, the tune tempo was meant to imitated a boats donks while running a charge.

    Diesel and Shale was another cracker.

    Pol
     
  3. The Young Tradition do a good version of Chicken on a raft.

    The Shanty Crew and The Portsmouth Shanty Men all do some good stuff, and there's alwaysn A.L. Lloyd and Ewan MacColl amongst , but the first I ever heard some 25 years ago and well before I thought of joining the mob, was Stan Hugill. See the link. http://www.stanhugill.com/
     
  4. Tom Lewis' "The Last Shanty" is my favourite of all "post-war"... my band can't get offstage without doing it and it always gets a great response.


    Me father often told me, when I was just a lad,
    A sailor's life was very hard, the food was always bad,
    But now I've joined the navy, I'm on board a man-o-war,
    And now I find a sailor ain't a sailor any more!

    cho:
    Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast,
    If you see a sailing-ship it might be your last,
    Get your civvies ready for another run ashore,
    A sailor ain't a sailor ain't a sailor any more!


    The 'killick' of our mess, he says we've had it soft,
    It wasn't like this in his day, when he was up aloft,
    We like our bunks and sleeping bags but what's a hammock for?
    Swinging from the deckhead or lying on the floor?

    They gave us an engine that first went up and down,
    Then with more technology the engine went around,
    We're good with steam and diesel but what's a mainyard for?
    A stoker ain't a stoker with a shovel any more!

    They gave us an Aldis Lamp, we can do it right,
    They gave us a radio, we signal day and night,
    We know our codes and ciphers but what's a 'sema' for?
    A 'bunting-tosser' doesn't toss the bunting any more!

    They gave us a radar set to pierce the fog and gloom,
    So now the lookout's sitting in a tiny darkened room,
    Loran does navigation the Sonar says how deep,
    The Jimmy's 3 sheets to the wind, the Skipper's fast asleep.

    Two cans of beer a day, that's your bleeding lot!
    But now we gets an extra one because they stopped The Tot,
    So, we'll put on our civvy-clothes and find a pub ashore,
    A sailor's still a sailor, just like he was before!

    Cho 2x for end.
     

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