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Lyr Add: An AA Gunner Lay Dying

Gareth 27 Oct 03 - 07:39 AM
Steve Parkes 27 Oct 03 - 05:56 AM
Leadfingers 26 Oct 03 - 07:26 PM
wildlone 26 Oct 03 - 08:51 AM
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: AN AA GUNNER LAY DYING
From: Gareth
Date: 27 Oct 03 - 07:39 AM

As you would suppose from Cyril Tawney, the (or a) Royal Navy version.

Note reference to main fleet base at "Scapa"

And "Pom-Pom" which see here

Gareth


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: AN AA GUNNER LAY DYING
From: Steve Parkes
Date: 27 Oct 03 - 05:56 AM

It predates the recording! I'll have to look in my Kiss Me Goodnight, Sergeant Major, but I'm fairly sure it's one of that genre of wartime parodies of "Dress me up in my tarpaulin jacket" (or, just maybe, "The streets of Laredo").

Steve


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: AN AA GUNNER LAY DYING
From: Leadfingers
Date: 26 Oct 03 - 07:26 PM

Variations on The Dying Airman,which predates it by twenty five years


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Subject: Lyr Add: AN AA GUNNER LAY DYING
From: wildlone
Date: 26 Oct 03 - 08:51 AM

AN AA GUNNER LAY DYING
^^
An AA gunner lay dying
At the end of a midsummer's day.
His comrades were gathered around him
To carry his fragments away.

The mounting was piled on his wishbone,
The breech-block was wrapped round his head,
A shell stuck out of his elbow,
It was plain that he soon would be dead.

He spat out a toggle and rammer
And stired in the oil where he lay.
Then to his poor mournful comrades
These brave parting words did he say;

"Take the rollers out of my stomach,
Take the breech-block out of my neck,
Remove from my kidneys the handwheel,
There's lots of good parts in this wreck."

"Take the chase out of my gullet,
Take the interceptor out of my brain,
Extract from my liver the striker,
And assemble the pom-pom again."

"I'll be riding a cloud in the morning,
And aircraft no more shall I fear,
And high on a cloud over Scapa
I'll shed all my good friends a tear."

"So don't mourn too much over my body.
Damn old Hitler and all of his lies.
Here's a health to the dead allready.
Let's hope he's the next one who dies."

This song appears in Cyril Tawney's book
Grey funnel line
Routledge&Kegan Paul Ltd
1987
ISBN 0-7102-1270-4

Recorded on the tape
IN THE NAVAL SPIRIT
1989
NEPTUNE
NEP000

For further info on Cyril go to his official web site
Cyril Tawney's site


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