Your favourite boaty-themed song?

Ah; just finally found the song I was looking for. "The Grey Funnel Line" by Cyril Tawney, sung by Various Artistes over the years including, memorably, Maddy Prior and June Tabor.

Don't mind the rain or the rolling sea
The weary night never worries me
But the hardest time in a sailor's day
Is to watch the sun as it dies away
Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.


The finest ship that sails the sea
Is still a prison for the likes of me
But give me wings like Noah's dove
I'll fly up harbour to the girl I love
Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.


O, once my heart was wild and free
Like a flashing spar on the open sea
But now that spar has washed ashore
And come to rest at my true love's door
Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.


Each time I gaze behind the screws
Makes me long for Saint Peter's shoes
I'd dance on down that Walker Shore
And rest in my true love's arms once more
Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.


O Lord if dreams were only real
I'd feel my hands on that wooden wheel
And with all my heart I'd turn her round
And tell the boys that we're homeward bound
Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.


I'll pass the time like some machine
Until the waters turn to green
Then I'll dance on down that walk ashore
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.



Time to put the Arran jumper on.
 
Re: The Voyage

Raven,

I wasn't aware of that Christy Moore song.

I'll hang on to those lyrics and show them to SWMBO when I need some brownie points...

She'll go all soppy.. /forums/images/graemlins/smirk.gif
 
Re: A pedant is correct...

I'm singing it. Altogether now:

"Follow
Mr Apollo
Everybody knows he is
The greatest benefactor of mankind...


...five years ago I was a 4 stone weakling. Now. I am two separate gorillas"

Bliss
 
Re: The Voyage

....however, dont try this one unless with male-only crew, lots of beer, with stereo cranked right up to ear bustin level and (preferably) about 5 miles offshore!


Mountain: Nantucket Sleighride

Goodbye, little Robin-Marie
Don't try following me
Don't cry, little Robin-Marie
'Cause you know I'm coming home soon

My ships' leaving on a three-year tour
The next tide will take us from shore
Windlaced, gather in sail and spray
On a search for the mighty sperm whale

Fly your willow branches
Wrap your body round my soul
Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets
There are years behind us reaching
To the place where hearts are beating
And I know you're the last true love I'll ever meet

Starbuck's sharpening his harpoon
The black man's playing his tune
An old salt's sleeping his watch away
He'll be drunk again before noon

Three years sailing on bended knee
We found no whales in the sea
Don't cry, little Robin-Marie
'Cause we'll be in sight of land soon


Fantastic heavy rock piece based on the Moby Dick story - the guitar / drum solo in the middle was used as the intro music for the "Weekend World" political news programme that used to go out on a Sunday in the eighties.
 
Come on chaps - there's only one!

Treat yourselves : hear this !

Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who biddest the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!

O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard
And hushed their raging at Thy Word,
Who walked on the foaming deep,
And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!

Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood
Upon the chaos dark and rude,
And bid its angry tumult cease,
And give, for wild confusion, peace;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!

O Trinity of love and power!
Our family shield in danger’s hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect us wheresoever we go;
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.



The Wreck, by Frederic Edwin Church (1826-1900)

Alternate verses:


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Lord, guard and guide the men who fly
Through the great spaces in the sky.
Be with them always in the air,
In darkening storms or sunlight fair;
Oh, hear us when we lift our prayer,
For those in peril in the air!

Aloft in solitudes of space,
Uphold them with Thy saving grace.
Thou Who supports with tender might
The balanced birds in all their flight.
Lord, if the tempered winds be near,
That, having Thee, they know no fear.

Mary C. D. Hamilton (1915)


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Eternal Father, Lord of hosts,
Watch o’er the men who guard our coasts.
Protect them from the raging seas
And give them light and life and peace.
Grant them from Thy great throne above
The shield and shelter of Thy love.

George H. Jenks, Jr., 1955. Jenks, band­mas­ter of the Unit­ed States Coast Guard, was di­rect­or of ca­det mu­sic­al ac­tiv­i­ties at the Coast Guard Acad­e­my, New Lon­don, Con­nec­ti­cut, when he wrote these words, which are known as the “Coast Guard Hymn.” It was first published in the Book of Worship for United States Forces in 1974.


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God, Who dost still the restless foam,
Protect the ones we love at home.
Provide that they should always be
By Thine own grace both safe and free.
O Father, hear us when we pray
For those we love so far away.

Hugh Taylor (date unknown)


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O Father, King of earth and sea,
We dedicate this ship to Thee.
In faith we send her on her way;
In faith to Thee we humbly pray:
O hear from Heaven our sailor’s cry
And watch and guard her from on high!

Author/date unknown


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And when at length her course is run,
Her work for home and country done,
Of all the souls that in her sailed
Let not one life in Thee have failed;
But hear from Heaven our sailor’s cry,
And grant eternal life on high!

Author/date unknown
 
Absolutely fine, so long as you sing the modern version "What shall we do with the incapacitated gender-neutral waterbourne bulk goods transporter operative?"

The second verse now starts "Put him in an appropriate safe refuge until he regains use of all his faculties, having first performed a risk assessment"

Otherwise, it's business as usual.
 
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"Put him in an appropriate safe refuge until he regains use of all his faculties, having first performed a risk assessment"

[/ QUOTE ] Recently amended (Regulation 6.4) as below:

"Put him/her in the recovery position, in an appropriate safe refuge until he/she regains use of all his/her faculties, having first performed a risk assessment"
 
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After all that, is it PI (politically incorrect) to mention the Drunken Sailor?

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does that include the line's and (action).
stick him in a bunk with the commodores daughter.
stick him in a bunk with the commodores daughter.
stick him in a bunk with the commodores daughter.
earley in the morning

i caught (clap) from the commodores daughter
i caught (clap) from the commodores daughter
i caught (clap) from the commodores daughter
earley in the morning
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For me, I love...

'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 the same...'

As much as I love

'There's a black one,
and a black one,
and a black one,
and a black one,
and they're all made of old trees and they all look the same...'

(Two east coast versions of the same ditty),

or there's

Go and tell Lord Grenville that the tide is on the turn
It's time to haul the anchor up and leave the land astern
We'll be gone before the dawn returns
Like voices on the wind.

Go and tell Lord Grenville that our dreams have run aground
There's nothing here to keep us in this shanty town
None of us are caring where we're bound
Like voices on the wind

And come the day you'll hear them saying
"They're throwing it all away"
Nothing more to say
Just throwing it all away

Go and fetch the captain's log and tear the pages out
We're on our way to nowhere now, can't bring the helm about
None of us are left in any doubt
We won't be back again

Send a message to the fleet, they'll search for us in vain
We won't be there among the reaches of the Spanish Main
Tell the ones we left home not to wait
We won't be back again.
(Won't be back again...)

And come the day you'll hear them saying
"They're throwing it all away"
Nothing more to say
Just throwing it all away

Our time is just a point along a line
That runs forever with no end
I never thought that we would come to find
Ourselves upon these rocks again
Oh no...

Go and tell Lord Grenville that the tide is on the turn

or...

When I was a young boy I wanted to sail 'round the world
That's the life for me, living on the sea
Spirit of a sailor circumnavigates the globe
The lust of a pioneer will acknowledge no frontier

I remember you by thunderclap in the sky
Lightning flash, tempers flare, 'round the horn if you dare
I just spent six months in a leaky boat
Lucky just to keep afloat

Aotearoa, rugged individual glisten like a pearl
At the bottom of the world
The tyrany of distance didn't stop the cavalier
So why should it stop me? I'll conquer and stay free

Ah come on all you lads, let's forget and forgive
There's a world to explore
Tales to tell back on shore
I just spent six months in a leaky boat
Six months in a leaky boat

Shipwrecked love can be cruel
Don't be fooled by her kind
There's a wind in my sails, will protect and prevail
I just spent six months in a leaky boat
Nothing but a leaky boat

...and for 80s fans (anyone remember the tune?)...

These waters have frozen
Can't break the ice no more

It's raining so hard now
Can't seem to find a shore

World of water
Where you swim for the other side
World of water
But you're swimming against the tide

This all goes so much deeper
Than some would like to say
Soaked in this world of water
Until it's washed away

World of water
Where you swim for the other side
World of water
But you're swimming against the tide
World of water
You can drown but you still survive

No colour no feeling
No time to sit around
No living no dying
No one here to be found
No entry no exit
I like to be beside the sea

The tide comes in once more but
I'm safe on higher ground
The water here still rising
It's come to drag me down

World of water
Where you swim for the other side
World of water
But you're swimming against the tide
World of water
You can drown but you still survive
World of water
Where you swim for the other side
World of water
But you're swimming against the tide
World of water
You can drown but you still survive
 
Oen- Lord Grenville- Al Stewart. Saw him in Brighton recently- absolutely brilliant (though at his age he missed some of the high notes..)
 
One of my current favourites
Safe in the Harbour
(Eric Bogle)

Have you stood by the ocean, on a diamond-hard morning
And felt the hor-izon stir deep in your soul
Watched the wake of a steamer as it cut through blue water
And been gripped by a fever you just can't control

Oh to throw off the shackles and fly with the seagulls
To where green waves tumble before a driving sea wind
Or to lie on the decking on a warm summer's evening
Watch the red sun fall burning, be-neath the earth's rim

cho: But to every sailor, comes time to drop anchor
Haul in the sails, and make the lines fast
You deep water dreamer, your journey is over
You're safe in the harbour at last
You're safe in the harbour at last

Some men are sailors, but most are just dreamers
Held fast by the anchors they forge in their minds
Who in ther hearts know they'll never sail over deep water
To search for a treasure they're afraid they won't find

So in sheltered harbours, they cling to their anchors
Bank down their boilers and shut down their steam
And wait for the sailors to re-turn with bright treasures
That will fan the dull embers and fire up their dreams

But to every sailor, comes time to drop anchor
Haul in the sails, and make the lines fast
You deep water dreamer, your journey is over
You're safe in the harbour at last
You're safe in the harbour at last

And some men are schemers who laugh at the dreamers
Take the gold from the sailors and turn it to dross
They're men in a prison, they're men without vision
Whose only horizon is profit and loss

So when storm clouds come sailing a-cross your blue ocean
Hold fast to your dreaming for all that your're worth
For as long as there's dreamers, there will always be sailors
Bringing back their bright treasures from the corners of earth

Eric Bogle, 1984, Record: Where The Wind Blows
Copyright Larrikin Music
- Record: Margaret Cristl: Looking Towards Home
NOTES:
- Commemorates Stan Roger's tragic death in 1983
 
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