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24.11.2022

Threescore and Ten



And it's threescore and ten boys and men were lost from Grimsby town
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough many hundreds more were drowned
Our herring craft, our trawlers, our fishing smacks as well
They long did fight the bitter night and battle with the swell
 
Methinks I see a host of craft spreading their sails alee
As down the Humber they do glide all bound for the northern sea
Methinks I see on each small craft a crew with hearts so brave
Going out to earn their daily bread upon the restless wave
 
And it's threescore and ten boys and men were lost from Grimsby town
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough many hundreds more were drowned
Our herring craft, our trawlers, our fishing smacks as well
They long did fight the bitter night and battle with the swell
 
Methinks I see them yet again as they leave this land behind
Casting their nets into the sea, the herring shoals to find
Methinks I see them yet again and they're all on board alright
With their nets close reefed and their decks cleaned up and their side lights burning bright
 
And it's threescore and ten boys and men were lost from Grimsby town
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough many hundreds more were drowned
Our herring craft, our trawlers, our fishing smacks as well
They long did fight the bitter night and battle with the swell
 
October's night brought such a sight, 'twas never seen before
There was masts and yards and broken spars come washed up on the shore
There was many a heart of sorrow, there was many a heart so brave
There was many a fine and hearty lad to find the watery grave
 
And it's threescore and ten boys and men were lost from Grimsby town
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough many hundreds more were drowned
Our herring craft, our trawlers, our fishing smacks as well
They long did fight the bitter night and battle with the swell
 

24.10.2022

A Jug of Punch



One pleasant evening in the month of June
As I was sitting with my glass and spoon
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was 'The Jug ff Punch'
 
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay,
too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was 'The Jug of Punch'
 
What more diversion can a man desire?
Than to sit him down by a snug turf fire
Upon his knee a pretty wench
And on the table a jug of punch
 
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay,
too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
Upon his knee a pretty wench
And on the table a jug of punch
 
Let the doctors come with all their art
They'll make no impression upon my heart
Even the cripple forgets his hunch
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch
 
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay,
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
Even a cripple forgets his hunch
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch
 
And if I get drunk, well, the money's me own
And them don't like me they can leave me alone
I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow
And I'll be welcome wherever I go
 
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay,
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow
And I'll be welcome wherever I go
 
And when I'm dead and in my grave
No costly tombstone will I have
Just lay me down in my native peat
With a jug of punch at my head and feet
 
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay,
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
Just lay me down in my native peat
With a jug of punch at my head and feet