Subject: SS Kendall Mudcat Sail-Tavern From: Lonesome EJ Date: 06 Mar 02 - 03:34 PM Ah, there is nothing quite like starting a sailing trip! You cast off the mooring lines and motor into the chop of the harbor, bow pointed toward the open sea. But it is that moment when you shut off the motor, raise the sails in the following silence, and suddenly feel the ship harness the breeze, creaking and heeling as you crank the winch taut. Now the ship takes on its own poetry of motion, rising and falling on waves, some bow spray scattering in beads across the oiled teak of the deck and making the brass brightwork gleam. We are aboard a two-masted schooner, and because she is nearly 100 feet at the water line, her motions are gently rolling in the sea and our footing is easy. Groups of Mudcatters gather at bow or stern, instruments in hand, while some sit near the cabin where the Tavern has been set up. I'm happy to take the wheel as we start the journey. Now, if someone would bring me a cold beer and help me chart the course. And, as I now have my beer, let me raise a toast to Kendall Morse, our Captain, and say that I'm in fond hope that he will grace us with story and song! |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Amos Date: 06 Mar 02 - 10:56 PM It's the coldest one I could find, Quartermaster, and may it be drunk in health. Capting Morse says you may have as many as you wish, but if you let her luff more''n a point you're on salt water. I'll raise my can to your toast, and let it be Kendall Morse's story leads us through, come hell, high water, or a Newfie fog bank!! A |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: artbrooks Date: 06 Mar 02 - 11:04 PM BEER!!! Uh-oh...urg...gulp...maybe later... |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Bert Date: 07 Mar 02 - 03:15 AM O-OH What shall we do with the Mudcat Sailor? |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: MMario Date: 07 Mar 02 - 08:32 AM Kepp him on the 'cat 'till he gets his voice back! |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Morticia Date: 07 Mar 02 - 08:54 AM Look here, I know I'm one the smallest 'catters ( 5'1" but who's counting?) but I don't see why I have to be relegated to the crow's nest...there's no land for a hundred miles in any direction......can I come down now? |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: MMario Date: 07 Mar 02 - 09:08 AM Morty, at least you have it all to yourself...I'm sharing the sail locker with 6 woman... what the HECK am I complaining about? |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Morticia Date: 07 Mar 02 - 09:48 AM someone chuck Mmario in some vitamins......I think he's going to need them.....and a sea-sickness cure for Art... I think he's finally empty...... |
Subject: ADD: Capstan Bars! From: MMario Date: 07 Mar 02 - 10:11 AM well - here's a - uhm, guess it would be a "sea song" -
Capstan Bars! music will be posted shortly |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: MMario Date: 07 Mar 02 - 10:39 AM N-CAPSTAN BARS! C-Adam Jaskierski A-(English) Simon Spalding T- S-120 K-D B-4/4 F- H- M-4b-2 b-8 c-8 b-8 a-8 F-4 E-4 D-8 B-5 E-5 F-0 E-0 D-4 B-4 B-4 A-4 B-5 R-8 L-- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - H- M-4b-4 b-4 b-5 a-8 F-4 E-4 D-8 B-5 E-5 E-8 D-4 B-4 B-4 A-4 B-5 R-8 L-Cap-stan Bars! the mate is call-in', Heave the an-chor from the ground! H- M-4b-8 b-8 b-8 b-8 b-4 b-8 a-8 F-4 E-4 D-8 B-5 E-5 E-8 D-4 B-4 B-4 A-4 B-5 R-8 L-Let me hear the clank of the cap-stan paw-lin', round the cap-stan, heave a-round! H- M-4E-8 E-8 E-4 G-8 b-8 a-8 G-8 a-4 a-4 b-8 F-5 E-5 E-8 D-4 B-4 B-4 A-4 B-5 R-8 L-Once a-round, twice a-round the cap-stan stam-pin', Heave the an-chor from the ground! H- M-4E-4 E-4 G-8 b-8 a-8 G-8 a-4 a-4 b-8 F-5 E-5 E-8 D-4 B-4 B-4 A-4 B-5 R-8 L-End-less cir-cles 'round the fore-deck tram-pin', Round the cap-stan, heave a-round! |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Dave Bryant Date: 07 Mar 02 - 11:37 AM Keep a good look-out for any little cabin boys (female or otherwise) swimming around with an auger ....... Before anyone else says it - That could auger disaster ! |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Lonesome EJ Date: 07 Mar 02 - 12:06 PM One full day into the trip, and I wake from my galloping bunk to see that the breeze has freshened, and bert is at the helm with a cup of strong black coffee. I'll have some of that myself, and some of the bacon and eggs I smell cooking. I sit on a cushion and watch the sun rise in the sky, watch the sea turn from purple to bright blue, watch a school of porpoise swing in from the South. They take time from their own journey to join ours briefly, alternating to swim in the foreward surge of the bow wave. We watch them dive, leap, spin like corkscrews, and we are as happy to have them as companions as they are to spend some time cavorting with us...
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: greg stephens Date: 07 Mar 02 - 12:45 PM SCUN THE WARTLOG!!!!!!!(Spike Milligan) |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Charley Noble Date: 07 Mar 02 - 01:48 PM Then from over the lee rail come the dripping arms of a giant squid...Avast! Heave that squid a brew on the double! |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: MMario Date: 07 Mar 02 - 01:53 PM Art's all done heaving - is it okay if we just toss the squid a sixpack? |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Charley Noble Date: 07 Mar 02 - 02:15 PM That would be sure to keep six of Squiggly's arms busy. I'd be worried about the other four. |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: gnu Date: 07 Mar 02 - 02:18 PM Da hice were height miles tick when we rounded da bight. Off ina distance, you could her er crack and grind, loike da jaws of a mistress gone mad. I summund all me strengt' man, but I knew I were no match. Wit da lads all in dorries until laden, I knew some were gone... but who... and why. No choices to be made, only enough to sound the warn, and hope. Circle the bay ? How far ? If she blew, all might be lost. Hug tight and sove in... and prey. Then, as if by the grace of mighty |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Dead Horse Date: 07 Mar 02 - 02:31 PM ...mighty matey. Mighty what? Don't leave us hanging on to our bilges, brail in your shank stoppers and heave us a ho, (or should that be ho us a heave?) and finish yer dramatic prose, or I'll skibber me jibbet with baited breath. |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: gnu Date: 07 Mar 02 - 02:46 PM I t'ought da course a dis sail was a concerted effort, no ? Dat all 'ands would join ina tellin ? Perhaps it's Posiden, perhaps anudder ? But shouln't it be anudder what brings er round to da wedder ? |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: MMario Date: 07 Mar 02 - 02:47 PM I hope he's talking about another voyage, not this one. The brochure promised gentle tropical breezes on warm moonlit nights. |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: gnu Date: 07 Mar 02 - 02:50 PM Ya pays yer money, ya takes yer chances, mate. |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: gnu Date: 07 Mar 02 - 02:59 PM If it's not so, I should enjoy tellin a tale of da high seas as I have been near death more than once. Alas, the lads are a knockin and tis not for me to ignore. I am the man of the hour today and shant take their company lightly. I shall return to this voyage, albeit one tear (sic) older than I was this time last year.... aiiyuh ! |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: MMario Date: 07 Mar 02 - 03:06 PM gnu - 'tis a tavern thread I do believe (Leej - correct me If I'm wrong) for general yak and chatter whilst in. I suspect you will find a jello pit belowdecks and don't be surprised if a few flamingos wander around. Unlike the combined literary efforts story telling fiction writing threads - which sometimes start off in much the same manner. Howsoever - tales are welcome - likewise lyrics, tunes, toasts, general fidgets and framblinations. EIGHT freekin miles of ice? *shudder* doesn't even bear thinking of... |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Lonesome EJ Date: 07 Mar 02 - 03:07 PM Whatever you do, don't give Guinness to a squid. This whole area of the ocean is teeming with them, and if they find out we've got Guinness, we'll never be rid of 'em. Give Squiggly another Coors, quick! |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Geoff the Duck Date: 07 Mar 02 - 03:18 PM Geoff the Duck (with a pack upon his back) emerges from a hatch in the foredeck. He swaggers across the deck with a large patch positioned over his left eye. He approaches the rail along the port side of the ship. SPLASH !!!! Morticia hollers from the crows nest ...Geoff! The patch over the left eye was stylish, but I don't think the patch over the right one was as good an idea!!!!! |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Lonesome EJ Date: 07 Mar 02 - 03:35 PM Now where the hell is Roger the Skiffler with that beer re-supply skow? You suppose he really HAS retired? |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Les from Hull Date: 07 Mar 02 - 04:09 PM It looks like that squid has had too much to drink anyway. Is it supposed to be that colour? Oi Geoff, here's that sick squid I owe you! |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Lonesome EJ Date: 07 Mar 02 - 04:11 PM ouch! That hurts, Les. |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Amos Date: 07 Mar 02 - 04:48 PM Les gets keel hauled for making bad puns offensive to squids, who are now up in arms from six to eight. Fortunately, the second dog watch has ended and they slink below, hoping for a dramatic contract to write their memoirs.
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Charley Noble Date: 07 Mar 02 - 05:10 PM So, with the end of the second dog watch this story is curtailed? |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Lanfranc Date: 07 Mar 02 - 05:20 PM Eight bells, and the larboard watch has been stolen, that'll teach 'em to wear a Rolex! Haul away the dysoe, I'm off to Sammy's bar! Alan |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Les from Hull Date: 07 Mar 02 - 05:29 PM Keel-hauled and I haven't even had a drink yet!I'll have a yo-yo and a bottle of rum! No sorry, belay that, I'll have a yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Woods 100, of course. Sings - The gallant frigate Araldite, she stuck to Plymouth Sound... |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Charley Noble Date: 07 Mar 02 - 05:46 PM The mate drew forth his compass rose, And tapped it on the rail: "Why, she heads to the E. S. W. by N. In the teeth of a raging gale, In the teeth of a raging gale." |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Chip2447 Date: 07 Mar 02 - 05:59 PM The middle aged fat guy with the brindled beard lounges on fo'csl and and tries to sing a song... Another Mermaid Song (C) 1994 Chip Martin Chorus- A bonnie bonnie mermaid, she beckoned to me from the waters of the deep blue sea. Oh bonnie mermaid please let me be, for I wish not to die in the deep blue sea. Now, all of my life I have sailed the oceans, a searching for fame and for my fortunes. all my life I have sailed to sea a looking, a searching, longin' to be free (chorus) From Plymouth on down past Gilbralter we did sail until the winds at our back did falter and fail Adrift on the water smooth as glass, I'd rather be drunk with me arms round a lass. (chorus) We were twelve days away from aroundin' Cape Horn. A pretty mermaid did sing one morn. Some of me mates held fast and stood strong, but some of me shipmates did drown in her song. (chorus) Oh bonnie, bonnie mermaid with a song as sweet as the angels who sing from above Mermaid you are too much fish to eat, oh and you're not enough woman to love. (chorus ) |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: GUEST,Jack the Sailor Date: 07 Mar 02 - 06:17 PM Due to his great powers of navigation and imagination. JTS finds the Schooner. Actually he just follows the Giant Squids. Most of which have ten tentacles. He sets dow his twin otter on the warm tropical bay, which oddly enough, contains an iceberg. (the parrots are having a gay old time sliding around on the ice!)He then swims over to the Mary Ellen Mudcat and heads directly to the tavern for a couple of shots of rum. "If ya wana get rid of the squids, play this cd imto the hydrophone." Tosses the barkeep a disc entitled "Feeding calls of the Sperm whale." by Moby "Long may your big jib draw" he intones as he departs. |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: artbrooks Date: 07 Mar 02 - 06:20 PM Ahhh, much better. A Full Sail Ale for me, please. Wadda ya mean we're bound for Valipariso around Cape Horn? Didn't I sign up for the harbor cruise? Oh shit...urg...here we go again. Isn't it somebody else's turn to be sea sick? Where's the dramamine? Where's Spew...oops, I mean Spaw...when you need him... |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: alison Date: 07 Mar 02 - 06:28 PM coooeeeeeeeeeee...... over here boys!!!!!!!!!!! and there bobbing alongside was the most beautiful creature they had ever seen (but lets face it they've only seen a giant squid so far... so its not saying much)..... her long auburn ringlets covering.... (well I'll leave that to your imagination.....) when she saw Geoff the duck swiming blindly towards her she ducked underwater and with a splash of her tail she vanished......... only to reappear a few moments later on the other side of the boat..... (I have to say I was a bit worried about LEJ's first post, "her motions are gently rolling in the sea "....... seems like a cue for 'spaw....) |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: artbrooks Date: 07 Mar 02 - 06:33 PM Miraculous recovery!!! Over the side after that beautiful...tail. |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Gareth Date: 07 Mar 02 - 06:45 PM Short fat and with a brindled beard - Who is impersonating me. A major accident - No wonder that Sick Squid disapeared fast. My cans of Brains Skull Attack, towing behind in a net to keep cool, have disappeared. " Come on own up or I'll sing. " A unison Chorus from survivors of Stoney Stratford, " No Gareth please don't sing !!!!"
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: gnu Date: 07 Mar 02 - 07:06 PM ....Posiden hisself did she rise. A veritable vision. Some say she comes from down under, a visitor to these cold waters of the North Atlantic, only murmmered about by sailors gone south and those gone south. A vision and a scourge. For if the crew, these many months at sea, were to bathe in her emination, all would be lost. The comfort of the safe leads lesser men to abort their duty. Cry forth vision ! and reach those fishers that the faint warn does not reach. Aide us in our trouble. Bring these stout hearts to the shore once again. And tell not Big Mick, for he would be pissed and beat my shell upon the rocks. Ye gots a nice r*** for a mermaid ! |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: MMario Date: 07 Mar 02 - 08:25 PM Chip - does that go to any known tune? |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Chip2447 Date: 07 Mar 02 - 09:02 PM MMario, since I can neither read nor write music, I just play something that fits...if you or any of the other catters want to give it a tune feel free... I know how its supposed to sound to me but as far as telling you how its supposed to sound, ummmmm do the folk thing and make it up... |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: lady penelope Date: 07 Mar 02 - 09:26 PM ?????????????????????????????????????Yer nutters!!!!!!!!!!! M'Lady P. |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: MMario Date: 07 Mar 02 - 09:38 PM dang! |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Lonesome EJ Date: 07 Mar 02 - 10:37 PM LEJ, having consumed some 7 pints of good beer, and finding the head occupied by a mermaid, totters to the port rail where he adds a small measure to the sea's mighty volume of water. He sings "there's some that's bound fer New York Town, there's others are bound fer France, Heave away me Johnnies..." and that's all of his chanty, for a sudden lurch of the ship has precipitated him into the ocean. He submerges briefly, then emerges somewhat baffled to see the SS Kendall sailing away without him. He begins to shout "Hey! Wait..." but due to the fact that has had the foresight to tie a life line around his waist, he is suddenly propelled forward through the water like a fishing lure. Between gulps of air, he attempts to communicate his plight to those aboard, but for reasons unknown, they are oblivious. "At least throw me a beer!!" he calls out to no avail, then to himself "damn! Squid-bait!" |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Chip2447 Date: 07 Mar 02 - 11:41 PM Alright youse ole salts, who are we gonna volunteer for mail buoy watch. avast ye polywogs I'll be needing some chow line to trice up the hammocks. S'cuse me but I need to find some lard for me belly. We've got a line crossing coming up, and since I havent heard anyone of the trusty shellbacks chime in, I'll volunteer to become Neptunius Rex, that is if my belly aint too big. Chip2447 Trusty Shellback since 1981. P.S. MMario, after some recent testing...the tune is sorta, kinda, almost like Bonnie George Campbell, but different. I know, that really helps doesnt it... |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Amos Date: 08 Mar 02 - 02:53 AM God spare me such a lollygag lot!! Yo!! Idler,t here!! Heave that man back aboard and smartly, too!! Only bloody deckape aboard with any brains -- at least he tied himself on!!! LOL..
Heave away, haul away, That's the ticket. Say, Cookie, pop up with a shot o' brandy for the poor wet feller, wouldja??? And a spare blanker if you've got one!! All right, Lonseome me lad, no more worries!! Just you get dry and we'll see you at the focs'le head, eh? A |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: MMario Date: 08 Mar 02 - 08:16 AM {Chip - it gives me a start - I can Rumour hath it that whilst I can indeed carry a tune in a bucket - what gets poured out doesn't always resemble what went in!Okay, who has this dragline overboard trolling for fish? Yeuch! Will you look at the garbage it's collected on the end? If we're not careful that could attract sharks, or even bring back the giant squid! Anyone got a knife? We can just cut the line and get rid of all that sodden stuff on the end. |
Subject: Add: the TRAWLING TRADE From: MMario Date: 08 Mar 02 - 12:40 PM okay guys - heres another tune!
MIDI file: trawl.mid Timebase: 192 Name: THE TRAWLING TRADE This program is worth the effort of learning it. To download the latest version of MIDItext and get instructions on how to use it click here ABC format: X:1
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: MMario Date: 08 Mar 02 - 12:46 PM Got it memorized? okay - Let's sing!
THE TRAWLING TRADE |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Lonesome EJ Date: 08 Mar 02 - 01:03 PM Well, now that I've dried off, and Mario has kicked off the song circle, I'll take my guitar and offer another. THE WHALE CATCHERS
On the twenty-third of March, my boys
Crying, "Heav'n above protect us
With a sweet and a pleasant gale."
We never was down-hearted
Nor let our courage fail
But bore away up to Greenland
For to catch the Greenland whale,
For to catch the Greenland whale.
And when we came to Greenland
Where the bitter winds did blow,
We tacked about all in the north
Among the frost and snow.
Our finger-tops were frozen off,
And likewise our toe-nails,
As we crawled on the deck, my boys,
Looking out for the Greenland whale
Looking out for the Greenland whale.
And when we came to Davis Strait
Where the mountains flowed with snow,
We tacked about all in the north
Till we heard the whalefish blow.
And when we catch that whale, brave boys,
Homeward we will steer.
We'll make them valleys ring, my boys,
A-drinking of strong beer.
We'll make them lofty alehouses
In London town to roar;
And when our money is all gone,
To Greenland go for more, To Greenland go for more.
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Subject: Add: THE DREAM From: MMario Date: 08 Mar 02 - 01:25 PM And for a change of pace:
THE DREAM
MIDI file: dream.mid Timebase: 192 Name: THE DREAM This program is worth the effort of learning it. To download the latest version of MIDItext and get instructions on how to use it click here ABC format: X:1
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Subject: ADD: SEVEN FROGS From: MMario Date: 08 Mar 02 - 01:56 PM ONE MORE!
SEVEN FROGS Hears the melody:
MIDI file: 7_frogs.mid Timebase: 192 Name: SEVEN FROGS This program is worth the effort of learning it. To download the latest version of MIDItext and get instructions on how to use it click here ABC format: X:1
AND HERE'S the Harmony!
MIDI file: 7_frogs_harmony.mid Timebase: 192 Name: SEVEN FROGS This program is worth the effort of learning it. To download the latest version of MIDItext and get instructions on how to use it click here ABC format: X:1
Port watch takes the melody, starboard watch the harmony...ready?
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Charley Noble Date: 08 Mar 02 - 03:41 PM Then up jumps a mermaid covered with muck, We took 'er below and had a good time (sic), Stormy weather, boys, stormy weather, When the wind blows our barge will go. |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Amos Date: 08 Mar 02 - 03:58 PM Haul away lively, buckos!! We're rounding the point by noon to pick up Capting Morse on the Downer Eastern shores, somewhere East of Boothbay, I believe....
Were you ever down on the Eastern Shore,
Bring her up, bring her up a point -- steady there...now, ready her asbout, and hard-a-lee!!! |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Little Hawk Date: 08 Mar 02 - 04:10 PM Ah prefair tae build model ships whit can be puit on the shelf. And why is that? Because the swell o' the salt sea dinna agree wi' my stomach. I wuid rather swallow eels and eel broth than venture forth upon the waves wi' the lot of ye. However, if ye can supply me wi' a case o' gravol, Ah will consider the ma''er...that an' a case o' 20 year old Scotch whiskey. Make that 2 cases o' both. Och aye! Noo where are the mairmaids? - LH |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Dead Horse Date: 08 Mar 02 - 04:11 PM MOBY DICK Fact. In the 1956 film Moby Dick, the whale was made of plastic and rubber stretched over a steel frame and it was controlled electronically. Two additional whales were made as back-ups. The three whales were constructed at a cost of between $25,000 and $30,000 each. Two were lost in the sea when towlines broke and for years were seen bobbing about the high seas, mistaken for the real thing. The Ode Come all you gallant lads, and a tale to you I'll tell. Of a queer thing as'appened off Cape Clear. How we foundered in a gale, a-hunting of a whale Tis 'orrible. 'Twill make you spill yer beer! 'Twas in the year of '56 when we said goodbye to land And set off to hunt the Great White Whale We was sailing full an' bye, heading for the Isle of Skye By way of St James and old Kinsale 'Twas a fine and pleasant day, with the seagulls in the air A-following us as all them seagulls do When I thought I'd have some fun, so I took out my old gun Just to see if I could bag me one or two. Now I aint one o' them twitchers, and all birds look the same So I pops away quite heedless, as yer do. And I shot a brace of bigguns, Mother Carey's chickens And a parrot, a rare Norwegian Blue. Now when I got that parrot, the crew they gave a gasp 'Cos shooting of a parrot is a hex They fished that parrot in, tried revivin' it with gin But 'twere dead, so they hung it round me neck. I felt like The Ancient Mariner with that thing upon me chest But it certainly served to make me think To shoot a Norwegian Blue is a rotten thing to do And t'weren't long before it began to stink. The crew they kept their distance, and nobody talked to me And the wind increased into a fearful gale Then the lookout in the crows, bellowed loudly "Thar she blows" (Which means he thinks he sees a whale) The Skipper ordered "Away all boats" and we began to row And we was chasing after that old fish We pulls her up 'longside, bungs a 'arpoon in his hide Then he gives his tail a mighty swish. I fell into the briny sea and thought I'd breathed me last But I fetched up on that great levi-a-than That old fishes blubber was all slippery, made of rubber And on his back there stood another man He offered me his hand and pulled me up to him Saying "Welcome aboard, I'm out for a cruise" "My name is Gregory Peck. What's that thing about your neck?" "I believe it's one of them Norwegian Blues" I said as how it was, an' told him my sad tale But seeing the funny side, we had a laugh Then he put me safe ashore, in a place they call Tramore But before I left, I got his autograph. That's the end of my little story that I relate to you Of how I sailed upon a plastic levi-a-thon Where is that old parrot? It wasn't worth a carrot I gave it to the crew of the S.S. Monty Py-athon. Tar-rahhhhhhh.
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Gareth Date: 08 Mar 02 - 06:45 PM What land lubber put that &%"£*!* Galvanised Metal bucket next to the binacal. We're sailing in song cicles! But as every good Yachty knows :-
TANQUERAY MARTINIS, OH
We set out from Stamford town
cho: So haul the sheets back with one hand,
At Greenwich harbor we put in
Nine parts of gin and one vermouth cho:
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Peg Date: 09 Mar 02 - 12:31 AM A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown. -- William Butler Yeats The way in which the mythic elements of the mermaid's existence have developed over the centuries has always fascinated me. I believe that the legendary beauty attributed to mermaids, as well as the importance of their toilette (the comb and mirror), results from wishful thinking or, if you like, embarrassment, on the parts of sailors and seamen who perpetuate these myths. If a sailor, long at sea and lonely as salt, succumbed to the charms of a dugong or manatee, of a seal or other sloe-eyed creature of the sea, shouldn't he naturally want to, uh, romanticize the experience? If there truly exists a sea creature with breasts, expressive facial features, etc., then it's not too far-fetched to assume that humans would attempt to justify their sexual trespassings by mythologizing the creature into something beautiful and mysterious. This might also help explain the legendary seductive prowess of the mermaid's beauty, and the often deadly lure (isn't that what fishermen call their bait?) of her singing. The taboos surrounding sex between humans and animals are just too deeply ingrained for the mermaid to remain a mere mammal in the eyes (and hearts) of those men compelled to make love to her.
One thing that confounds my love of the English painter Waterhouse is that he uses the same model for so many of his paintings, from his famous The Mermaid, to La Belle Dame Sans Merci, to Circe, to Ophelia. Several of these have connections to Arthurian legend, but it is his portrayal of the mermaid which is somehow more magical than any other heroine he has painted from the annals of myth. Is it a cruel joke that a man named "Waterhouse" should create so many paintings whose primary element is water? Think of his two most famous works: The Lady of Shalott in her lonely boat. And The Mermaid, endlessly perched at the ocean's edge. She sits upon ancient, sea-hewn rock, combing her long hair, a shell dripping with pearl necklaces and other aquatic treasure beside her. She gazes with intensity at something we cannot see, her eyes (the blue of frozen oceans) fastened, perhaps, upon the waves, awaiting a ship, awaiting a sailor... will she fall in love? Will he? Shall he be dragged, salt-drunk, down and down into her kingdom of coral, her bed of vermilion anemones? Shall he swim at her side, willingly, down and down until his lungs burst, his last thought that he has never seen anything so beautiful as her golden hair? Or will she be the one tempted, to leave the sea, her sisters, her mirrors, her combs, to relinquish her melodious voice, to split her tail in searing agony, so that she may walk beside him on dry, dry earth? What, precisely, is the nature of seduction? What is its price? (the above is excerpted from an article I wrote a while back..I was actually looking for a mermaid poem I wrote for the same magazine but this is all I could find...p'raps you can all envision its waterlogged pages washing up on the deck?) Peg
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Amos Date: 09 Mar 02 - 12:35 AM Aw, Jeez Peg -- ya make the old salts laugh, ya make 'em cry. Beautifully done. A |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Lonesome EJ Date: 09 Mar 02 - 12:53 AM Sung as sweetly as a siren, Peg. Amos, buy the lady a beer. |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Dead Horse Date: 09 Mar 02 - 02:05 AM My Lady of Shallot, brings tears to my eyes. As do leeks. |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Charley Noble Date: 09 Mar 02 - 09:35 AM Gareth - I think you'll find it was JON Campbell who wrote that fine contemporary shanty "TANQUERAY MARTINIS, OH." We have our own version of this ditty which we sing in Maine, only the names are changed to implicate the relevant parties: Tanqueray Martini-O (Words & Music by Jon Campbell © Adapted for Maine by Charlie Ipcar - 1992 As Sung by Roll & Go) As we set sail from Portland Town, With a fleet of CrisCrafts all around, From up on deck a call came down Tanqueray Martini-o! 'Tis all the captains and the crew Must have the drink you can look right through, And 'tis really nothing else will do Tanqueray Martini-o! Chorus: 'Tis haul the sheets back with one hand, Set your drink down if you can, And we never sail out of sight of land Tanqueray Martini-o! At Bailey's Island we put in, Being nearly out of gin, To continue on would've been a sin Tanqueray Martini-o! The captain's laid out on the floor, Being elected to get some more, But he's broke his leg tryin' to get on shore Tanqueray Martini-o!(CHO) 'Tis nine parts gin to one Vermouth, 'Tis a yachtsman's friend and that's the truth, From Casco Bay to the Bay of Booth Tanqueray Martini-o! "All hands on deck!" comes the cry, As gale force winds shred the sky, But we stay dry 'cause we're so high Tanqueray Martini-o!(CHO) Them Camden girls sure look fine, Rigged loose up front and snug behind, With a quarterboard reading Calvin Klein Tanqueray Martini-o! Them Portland boys must be seen, All decked out by L.L. Bean, But with the first swell they turn quite green Tanqueray Martini-o!(CHO) Vast Heavin'! |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: The Pooka Date: 09 Mar 02 - 01:04 PM But when Gareth and Charlie finish off their Tanqueray Martinis-Oh with a little Guinness chaser and lurch topside for to clear their heads in the salt-sea air, it's then that peerin' a bit squiddy-eyed off to starboard, the both of 'em swears they spy a great grey Seal a-swimmin' alongside, lookin' longingly up at the frolicking crew with her mournful, soulful, somehow-human-seeming eyes.... |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: kendall Date: 09 Mar 02 - 01:39 PM Come down Morticia, helmsperson, steer nothing to the left of 090. Gather 'round and listen to an old tale of the sea. It's from memory, so, cut me some slack.
The Loch Arcre' was a clipper tall
Hear the yarn of a sailor, 'tis an old yarn
The dockside loafers gave her the shout
Then the grayness, the coming on of night
They crossed the line, and all went well
Now, the wives the girlfriends they wait in the rain |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: kendall Date: 09 Mar 02 - 01:44 PM ...learned at SEA |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Lonesome EJ Date: 09 Mar 02 - 02:34 PM Good song, Cap'n! Do ye know the story of |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Lonesome EJ Date: 09 Mar 02 - 02:36 PM the Wanderer? |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Gareth Date: 09 Mar 02 - 03:00 PM Nice one Kendall - It's The Lay of the Loch Ashray (from memory) And remember always lean over the lee rail, otherwise you get your own back. Gareth |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: kendall Date: 09 Mar 02 - 03:17 PM One doesn't get to be Poet Laureate of England by writing drivel. |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Amos Date: 09 Mar 02 - 03:42 PM Now we have the bugger aboard, can we set a course to the Spanish ocean, where the trades will heal him, the blue waves make him sing? What ho, Caping -- kin we set us south by east, then?
In the harbor, in the island, in the Spanish Seas,
There is the red wine, the nutty Spanish ale,
And o' nights there's fire-flies and the yellow moon, Warm winds, and a fine rolling sea, A
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Lonesome EJ Date: 09 Mar 02 - 04:57 PM On the distant isle of Abaco In a palm-thatched tropic bar Over icy beer and rum punch I met a tanned old tar He said "I left the rat race years ago Quit the job and left the wife And headed down to Abaco To live a sailin' life And I've got a little money But I've got a lot of friends Who'll help me to my sailboat When the evening finally ends And I hold no expectations But take days as they come And live on time and sunshine And grouper, beans, and rum
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Amos Date: 09 Mar 02 - 05:04 PM There's a tenor and counterpoint for you. Nicely sung, Lonesome!! Ya wanna found a little grass-roof bar on a distant island shore? I have all the requirements listed out. LOL! Grouper, beans and rum, aye!!! A |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Peg Date: 09 Mar 02 - 06:55 PM The stowaway with ragged skirts and the scent of seaweed in her hair offers a net bag of apples and a flask of port for the humble repast...oh and a bar of bittersweet chocolate...and maybe a song when we've digested our dinner... Peg |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Gareth Date: 09 Mar 02 - 07:03 PM Kendall, you ain't read our present Laureat, to use a bad pun "it ai'nt poetry in motion" Meanwhile that metal bucket has not been moved away from the Compass - and we are still sailing in song circles. All and sundry are anticipating what they will do when our Gallant ship docks in dear Old Swansea Town. MAGGIE MAY
Now you jolly sailor lads, come listen to my tale,
cho: Oh Maggie, Maggie May
I was staying at the Home, from a voyage to Sierre Leone,
cho:
She gave me a saucy nod, and I, like a farmer's clod, Let her take me line abreast in tow,
Next morning when I woke, I found that I was broke,
So to Lewis' I did go, but no clothing could I find,
She was chained and sent away from Swansea Town one day, Gareth |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Amos Date: 09 Mar 02 - 07:08 PM Yeehaw, G! Just the sort of song Capting Morse'd appreciate I yam sure!! LOL!! A |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Dave Bryant Date: 09 Mar 02 - 07:18 PM Up came a mermaid covered in slime, We took her to the wheelhouse and had a good time.... What are the vital statistics of a mermaid.... 38 - 24 - £2.10 (about $3) per pound. |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Gareth Date: 09 Mar 02 - 07:22 PM For it's stormy old weather, Windy old weather If we've got to go Then we'll all go together ! Gareth |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: GUEST,kendall Date: 09 Mar 02 - 07:57 PM As a matter of fact, I appreciated Maggie Mae enough to record it for Folk Legacy! |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Charley Noble Date: 10 Mar 02 - 09:30 AM Then the mate ran for'ard as we cleared the dock, And the skipper caught his xxxxx's in the main sheet block... What joy! |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Amos Date: 10 Mar 02 - 09:31 AM And the bos'n called out, Whoop Jamboree!! Haul away!! A |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: DMcG Date: 10 Mar 02 - 09:38 AM He had bought a large map representing the sea, Without the least vestige of land: And the crew were much pleased when they found it to be A map they could all understand.
"What's the good of Mercator's North Poles and Equators,
"Other maps are such shapes, with their islands and capes!
Lewis Carroll - The Hunting of the Snark
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Dead Horse Date: 10 Mar 02 - 06:03 PM Have you got any news of the iceberg?
Well a poor old man come a-riding by, |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Gareth Date: 10 Mar 02 - 07:08 PM Hmmm! The way this thread is going I think we need this song of disaster in American Waters to cheer us up !
We sailed away from Huntington Bay
And it's yo ho over the sea
The tranquillity three miles out to sea
So it's yo ho over the sea
My husband the captain was checking the charts
So it's yo ho over the sea
We ran out of fuel by mid-afternoon
And it's yo ho over the sea
Epilogue
Gareth |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: SINSULL Date: 11 Mar 02 - 12:01 AM Heads up! As Social Director for this sorry excuse for a cruise, I insist on adding a little order to the proceedings. First: All chanteymen, folk singers, and musicians to the stern. That's the back of the ship to you first time sailors. Second: All Pirate Wannabees to the bow. Captain Morse will show you the basics of hanging, walking the plank, and keel-hauling. I strongly suggest that you lose the eye patches and join the musicians in the stern. Mermaids, camp followers, and street walkers to the starboard side for health examinations. Please note that beastiality is limited to llamas by order of Captain Kendall. Lastly. There is a huge ocean surrounding this ship and capable of dealing with bodily wastes, raw sewerage, and vomit. Please do not flush these offending materials down the sink with champagne. Some of us prefer it to beer, grog, and rum. OK then. First seating for dinner is at 17:00 in the Main Dining Room. Second seating is at 19:00 followed by an ice sculpture demonstration on th Promenade.Skeet Shooting follows in the bow assuming Captain Morse has no pirates to be executed.06:00 breakfast followed by fire drills and facials in the Main Salon. Any questions? |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Amos Date: 11 Mar 02 - 12:05 AM LOL!! This whacky cruise is getting thicker by the hour!! Are we lost yet? |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Dave Bryant Date: 11 Mar 02 - 05:41 AM Suddenly a cry rings out from the Crow's Nest - Yo Ho for land I see - I see Jerusalem & Madagascaar And North & South Amerikee I seee the British fleet at anchor And Admiral Nelson, K.C.B. And we all shout back, "Morty - what the hell are you on ?", "You haven't been smoking dried Seagull shit again, have you ?"
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Nigel Parsons Date: 11 Mar 02 - 05:47 AM To quote from a recently seen T-Shirt "I'd rather be in a boat with a drink 'on the rocks'; than in the drink with a boat on the rocks" |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Charley Noble Date: 11 Mar 02 - 07:43 AM More verses from "A Sailor's Yarn" by J.J. Roche, circa 1890 as adapted by Charlie Ipcar in 1993 to the tune of "Whup Jamboree": "Pray, bosun, down in the for'ard hold, What water do you show?" "Four foot and a half by the royal gaff And rather more below."... "Then, sailors, collar your marline spikes And roll each belaying pin; Come, stir your stumps to spike the pumps, Or more will be coming in."... They stirred their stumps, they spiked the pumps, They spliced the mizzen brace; Aloft and alow they worked, but, oh! The water gained apace... They bored a hole beneath her line To let the water out, But more and more with an awful roar, The water in did spout... Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship – And he was a lubber brave – "I've several wives in various ports, And me bacon I would save."... The next to speak was our bosun bold, Who feared neither fish nor fog – "'Tis dreadful to die, but 'tis worse to go dry, And I move we pipes to grog."... The last to speak was our second mate, Whose courage was second to none – "Takes more than lip to save a ship, I'll show you how 'tis done!"... Then hoasting the anchor upon his back, He leapt into the main; Through foam and spray he clove his way, And sunk and rose again... Through foam and spray, a league away, The anchor stout he bore, Till safe at last, he made it fast, And warped the ship ashore! Yes, he warped the ship ashore! ;~) |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Les from Hull Date: 11 Mar 02 - 08:53 AM Is it alright if my mate, Albert Ross, comes aboard? I've just got to have look round first to make sure that no silly bugger has brought a crossbow. |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: GUEST,DMcG at work Date: 11 Mar 02 - 09:06 AM It is an ancient virus check And it stoppeth one in three... |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: kendall Date: 11 Mar 02 - 09:17 AM Gareth, that piece sounds familiar. Where is it from? I like that. Fun is fun folks but, keep a weather eye out for strange sea creatures. Where there is a giant squid, there are sperm whales too, and they have been known to get pissed off and sink ships. Years ago, it was off the coast of Switzerland, the words of an old sailor warned me not to sail on the Pequod, he said, "There'll come a day at sea when you'll smell land where there be no land; and on that day, Ahab will go to his grave; but, he will rise again and beckon, and all, save one, will follow." That voyage ended badly; so, look alive there! |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: MMario Date: 11 Mar 02 - 09:23 AM `By thy download and senseless text, Now wherefore plague thou me ? The PalTalk's doors are opened wide, And I am patch-ed in ; The room is met, the mikes are set : Doth hear the merry din?' |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Amos Date: 11 Mar 02 - 09:26 AM ...by embedded loops, and BigEndian bytes Now, wherefore stop's't thou me?
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Dave Bryant Date: 11 Mar 02 - 10:17 AM I haven't got the time to listen to any yarns from ancient mariners at the moment - I've got a wedding to get to...... |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: GUEST, Abbot of Aberbrothok Date: 11 Mar 02 - 10:30 AM Bells, get yer loverly bells 'ere Top quality, just what yer need, love To keep yer safe and sound |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: MMario Date: 11 Mar 02 - 10:31 AM what had appeared to be a pile of rags, stirred, lurched upwards and grabbed Dave by the arm No - you must listen to me...there was a ship...and we sailed out oe'r the sea - past Joe Offer's lighthouse, out onto the open sea. Then south - until the sun topped the mast at noon. Then came the storm. The storm.... The pile of rags subsides again, muttering |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: Amos Date: 11 Mar 02 - 10:54 AM He holds him with his glittering eye-- The Mudcat Host stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Checker hath his will. The Mudcat Host sat on a stone: 'The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared, The Sun came up upon the left, Closer and closer came the day, Now Max hath paced into the hall, The Mudcat Host he beats his breast, And now attachments came, and they |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: MMario Date: 11 Mar 02 - 11:11 AM BRAVO! |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: kendall Date: 11 Mar 02 - 12:57 PM Man! I love this place; so many well read people. |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: MMario Date: 11 Mar 02 - 01:01 PM I suspect a lot of us had schooling back in the days when you were required to read and memorize such things. (Kendall excepted, of course, since he predates the invention of the alphabet) |
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern-at-Sea From: MMario Date: 11 Mar 02 - 01:04 PM COMING ABOUT to part II. |