I’ve Got the Crud (Covid at Sea)
   (slow variation of All for Me Grog, Irish trad.)
R. Pollay 2019 - Covid tweak 2020

        https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhO1AzS_6Qw

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(rubato intro) No one wants the flu and be stuck in ICU
                But its a better place to be than sick to death at sea

        © I’ve got the crud. It’s a nasty, nasty bug.
        I’ve got the crud and a fever
        with the shivers and the shakes
        and a body full of aches
        I wish we were in port so I could leave her.

I'm sick in the head and wish I was abed
    I’ve got the crud and a fever
It is a new kind of flu, and epidemic too
    I wish we were in port so I could leave her.
My throat it is sore - oh so very sore
    I’ve got the crud and a fever
My cough is dark and deep and interrupts my sleep
    I wish we were in port so I could leave her
                CHORUS

And then there’s me nose – me awfully stuffed up nose
    I’ve got the crud and a fever
I sniffle and I sneeze and cough until I wheeze
    I wish we were in port so I could leave her.
Can’t taste my food or grog so eating is a slog
    I’ve got the crud and a fever
I won’t be coy or vague. It’s a pestilence and plague.
    I wish we were in port so I could leave her.
                CHORUS

One last complaint. Now I’m feeling very faint
    I’ve got the crud and a fever
I can’t get sick leave even if I heave
    I wish we were in port so I could leave her.
        CHORUS (optional)

(outro) But I have to stand on watch (x3) ... until the morning!