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Thread #56382   Message #4009005
Posted By: Lighter
15-Sep-19 - 07:55 PM
Thread Name: Liverpool Packet
Subject: RE: Liverpool Packet
In the English magazine "Good Words" (June, 1900), the minor poet, novelist, and dramatist J. E. Patterson (1866-1919) presented a stanza of this song in the form of a chantey - though with a thoroughly implausible chorus thrown into the midst of it:

       ‘Tis of a flash packet of bully-boy fame,
        She sails from the Mersey and the Dreadnought’s her name.

                (Chorus:) Bound away, bound away!

        She sails from the Mersey where the broad waters flow;
        Then away to the west’ard, O God, let her go!
        Bound away, bound away, where the stormy winds blow,
        She’s a Liverpool packet, O God, let her go!

Patterson's later "Sea's Anthology" (1913) adds additional stanzas in a similar idiosyncratic form, with extra "Bound aways" and indicated choruses:

                                     THE FLASH PACKET.
                                             (capstan.)

'Tis of a flash packet of bully-boy fame—
   Bound away! Bound away!
She sails from the Mersey, and the Dreadnought's her name—
   Bound away! Bound away!
She sails from the Mersey where the broad waters flow;
She's a Liverpool packet, O God, let her go!

   Bound away! Bound away, where the stormy winds blow!
   She's a Liverpool packet, O God, let her go!

O it's now we are leaving the Waterloo dock—
   Bound away! Bound away!
Where the girls and the boys on the pier-head do flock—
   Bound away! Bound away!
They give three loud cheers, while the tears down do flow;
Then away in the Dreadnought, O God, let us go!

    Bound away! Bound away, while the wages are low!
    She's a Liverpool packet, to the west'ard we go!

And when we go sailing up Long Island Sound—
Bound away! Bound away!
With flags all a-flying and shore boats around—
Bound away! Bound away!
Then the bands striking up, "Yankee Doodle " will flow,
All to welcome the Dreadnought—O God, let us go!

   Bound away! Bound away, through gale, hail and snow!
   She's a Liverpool packet, O God, let her go!


It would be nice to think that the final stanza, with an adjustment or two, is essentially authentic, but I haven't found it elsewhere.

Patterson gives several familiar chanteys with similarly enhanced choruses and others without. he claims that all "are printed here as I wrote them down from the chantey-men at sea." Indeed, "'Santa Ana,' 'The Flash Packet,' and 'Rolling Home'...were taken down from the mouths of Bristolian seamen while on an East Indian voyage in a sailing-ship....The best chantey-man I ever heard was a native of the Seychelles, who went by the name of Allan Robin."