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BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3
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Subject: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Gareth Date: 21 Mar 02 - 07:07 PM Old thread was getting a tad too long. The story so far -
The good ship Mudcat has left America and is bound for Despite other comments there are some aboard who can navigate. I work on the basis that Mudcatters, unlike some other citizens can find places on a map or chart. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: gnu Date: 21 Mar 02 - 07:14 PM By way of "Round Cape Horn" are we bound for South Australia ? Heave.... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Gareth Date: 21 Mar 02 - 07:34 PM Now once upon a time, before there was a more relaxed attitude towards the hours a British Public House was allowed to serve beer, way out in the Country there was a Public House known as the Shipwrights Arms.
Miles from anywhere at the junction of Faversham and Oare Creeks, it was only approachable by a dirt road which really required a 4X4 vehicle to get to it. And as dirt roadswent you could see anybody approaching a mile away. A really traditional Pub with an open fire, and a pot bellied stove, it was lit by Parafine (Kerosine) lamps or if the Tester Familly was feeling flush by on old deisel generator. The beer was good and traditional, and so was the food. A candel in a holder was kept by the door to test the wind Unfortunately there came a New Police Inspector to Faversham - Who made it his sworn duty to cease all out of hours drinking in the area. He had stopped many a sesion in the town, but any police car approaching the Shipwrights was seen in enough time for the drinks to be finished, and the till emptied. Untill one night, fed up with being made to look a laughing stock he consulted a tide table, and rowed down Faversham Creek, from Iron Wharf. The pub was done. B****ds !!! Gareth
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: artbrooks Date: 21 Mar 02 - 08:13 PM Are you absolutely sure we're not rolling down to Old Maui? We could pick up Mark Cohen on the way by. How fast does this tub go, anyway? Can we get to New South Wales and back to the Beer Fest in six weeks? And do you REALLY want to go around Cape Horn this time of year? Why did we ever leave the harbor? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: gnu Date: 21 Mar 02 - 08:15 PM Maui ? Wowie ! Say now, that reminds me.... of something... but I'm not sure what. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Chip2447 Date: 22 Mar 02 - 01:49 AM In the year of our lord eighteen hundred and six, We set sail from the cold quay of Cork. We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the grand city hall in New York. We'd an elegant craft, She was rigged fore and aft, And how the trade winds drove her. She had twenty three masts, And she stood several blasts, And they called her the Irish Rover. Is this gonna be one of those 7 year cruises? Chip2447
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Charley Noble Date: 22 Mar 02 - 08:04 AM Not a bad idea to send this tub around the world (if this world is really round), with appropriate and inappropriate songs for each part of the voyage. If Sydney is a stop we could use a verse from C. Fox Smith's "Flying-Fish Sailor": Next, old Sydney's Heads we'll see, And greet a pal on Circular Quay; We'll wave at Java Head as we go, And Fuji's crest of frozen snow. Once ashore there we could have a shanty session with "The Roaring Forties", in one of those old waterfront pubs in The Rocks. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: kendall Date: 22 Mar 02 - 08:09 AM Navigator, Steer us clear of the Doldrums, this crew is crazy enough as it is. So, you want to go around the horn do you? NO? What's the matter MR. Friar, afraid of a little weather? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: GUEST,DMG at Work Date: 22 Mar 02 - 09:11 AM The ship that bore us from the land, the Mudcat was her name. And for full five months and a half we sailed upon the watery main. We saw no land nor harbour, believe me it's no lie All about us one black ocean, above us one blue sky.
So come all you wild and wicked youths, come listen unto me.
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Bert Date: 22 Mar 02 - 10:27 AM I do hope that we are not going to sail out of sight of land! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: MMario Date: 22 Mar 02 - 10:37 AM Out of sight, out of mind, Bert- Good to see you around again - and (and your Platinum Semmolian Card too!) Lets go search for the NorthWest Passage! or better yet, lets search for the dots for the tune to the NorthWest Passage! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Lonesome EJ Date: 22 Mar 02 - 12:23 PM Actually we're not that far from land. It's about two miles away...straight down! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Dead Horse Date: 22 Mar 02 - 03:25 PM The anchors aweigh and the sails are unfurled Ro-oll down. We're bound for to take you half way round the world Walk around me brave boys, and roll down. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Charley Noble Date: 22 Mar 02 - 04:15 PM Where the Fukgawee? Anyone got even a clue whether we are in the Atlantic or the Pacific, heading North, South, East or West? And right upon the Scilly Isles The ship had run aground; When lo! the stalwart Captain Giles Mounts up upon the gaff and smiles. And slews the compass round. Thanks to E.H. Palmer in "The Shipwreck" |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: MMario Date: 22 Mar 02 - 04:23 PM Charley - the answer is of course,"yes" either that or "42" - I misremember which. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Dead Horse Date: 22 Mar 02 - 04:27 PM As requested by Gareth, the full story of that terrible day in the year 19 0 whateveritwas, when the oyster fleet succumbed to the vagaries of the Kentish weather. Read on, dear reader, at your peril. JIM, DICK & BEN Methinks I see the Oyster Fleet, sailing up the creek Heading for the Northern Sea, the weather it is bleak Methinks I see on each little boat, a crew with cheese-cutter hats Going out to find their daily catch, some mussels or some sprats CH.And it's Jim, Dick & Ben, a boy & two men, Were lost from Pegwell Bay From Broadstairs up to Whitstable, several more did go astray Their Oyster Boats, their Wherries, a yachtsman & his dog (woof woof) They lost their way that misty day, in battle with the fog. CH Methinks I see them yet again, as they leave the Swale behind Cockle Boats haul in their floats, a lobster for to find Methinks I see them yet again, as the clock strikes half past four With their sails furled up & their fog lamps lit, Drifting towards The Nore CH Methinks I hear the captain shout, "Take soundings with the lead" The deckhand swings the weight about, & hits the skipper on the head Methinks I hear him vet again, saying an unkind word Berating that rating up on deck & calling him a stupid turd (nerd?) CH Methinks I see that sailor Ben, a-steering his old wherry Once Dick, his mate, did navigate aboard the Woolwich Ferry A seaman bold from days of old, you can tell by his apparel And Jim was there, with his fair hair, to take a turn inside the barrel CH That April morn, such a fog was born, with zero visibilitee Not only couldn't they spy the land, they couldn't even see the sea At last they made it into port, they thought they were home again But when the customs came aboard, they found they were in Spain. CH Methinks I see their sweethearts, waiting full of fright They're wondering when they'll see their men, will they have to sleep alone tonight? But here comes Randy Geordie Johnson, the commodore of the fleet He fixed Bens compass well & good; he'll be allreet toneet. And it's Jim, Dick & Ben, a boy & two men Were lost from Pegwell Bay From Broadstairs up to Whitstable, several more did go astray Their Oyster Boats, their Wherries, a yachtsman & his dog (woof woof) They lost their way that misty day, in battle with the fog Aint nothin' sacred? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: wildlone Date: 22 Mar 02 - 04:31 PM Of course with Jack being every inch a sailor he knew South Austrailia quite well, Ye Mariners All he cried lets not worry, dont be like The Quaker, or that Sailor cut down in his prime. Think of that Pretty Nancy of Weymouth she may be Flash Company, a bit like that Maggie May so they say but Roll Alabama Roll if The Captains Apprentice could look out for the Amphitrite it can get foggy round the Banks of Newfoundland and the Candlelight Fisherman is hard to see. So cheer up me lads we might see those New York Girls again, end up Homeward Bound and see Home, Dearest Home. dave |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: gnu Date: 22 Mar 02 - 04:40 PM Jack ? Jack the Sailor ? Where'd 'ell be Jack ? 'Aven't 'eard from Jack fer a dog's age. Did someone let Jack off ? Pity Jack idn't ere t' enjoy d sail. Dere's a fine dram a dark ina galley t go long wit d fish bye. Where ere ya to Jack ? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Gareth Date: 22 Mar 02 - 05:10 PM Ere ? Why are those rats donning lifejackets ? Are they 'fraid Spaw will mistake em for Possums ? Dead Horse - SUPERB !!!!!! Gareth |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Dead Horse Date: 22 Mar 02 - 06:29 PM The rats have left, and we the crew Leave her, Johnny, leave her It's high old time that we went, too And it's time for us to leave her But no doubt we'll all be back tommorra? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Gareth Date: 22 Mar 02 - 06:54 PM On deck five hundred men did dance, The stoutest they could find in France, We with two hundred did advance, On board of the Arethusa.
Our captain hailed the Frenchman, "Ho!"
The fight was off the Frenchman's land,
And now we've driven the foe ashore, Just to get us back in mood ! NB The Captain of the Arethusa was Edward Pellew, Knighted after the Battle - See Your Hornblower Books Gareth |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: InOBU Date: 22 Mar 02 - 07:29 PM Well Seaman Stains can't sing, Nor can our Sailing Master - Bates, Roger the Cabin boy?... well enough said there, BUT we need a chantyman, men, boys and chanty girls... check out the review of John the Ferryman! Cheers, Larry |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Crane Driver Date: 22 Mar 02 - 08:00 PM The gallant frigate Araldite Was stuck to Plymouth Sound ...... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Dead Horse Date: 23 Mar 02 - 07:18 AM See you in the Shipwrights tonight, anybody? The last time we had a shanty session (last month) the place was packed. The time before there were only four of us, and six(bemused)audience! What will this evening bring? Off to sail the world yet again, life gets tedious, don't it? NEW YORK GIRLS Shanghaied to San Francisco, we fetched up in Bombay They set us afloat on an old lease boat, that steered like a bale of hay And away, you Santi, my dear Annie Oh you New York girls, you love us for our money We painted in the tropics, while the pitch boiled up on deck We've saved our hides, little else besides, from an ice-cold North Sea wreck We've drunk our rum in Portland; we've thrashed thru the Bering Straits And we've toed the mark on a Yankee barque, with a hard case down-east mate We know the quays of Glasgow, and the boom of the lone Azores We've had our grub from a salt horse tub, condemned by the navy stores We know the track to Auckland, and the light of Kinsale Head And we crept close hauled while the leadsman called, the depth of the Channel bed We know the streets of Santos, the river at Saigon We've had our glass with a Chinee lass on a house boat in Canton They'll pay us off in London, then it's oh for a spell ashore Then again we'll ship for a southeron trip, in a week or hardly more 'Tis goodbye Sal & Lucy, 'tis time we were afloat With a straw stuffed bed, and an aching head, a knife and an oilskin coat Sing "Time for us to leave her". Sing "Bound for the Rio Grand" When the tug turns back, we'll follow her track, for a last long look at the land And when the purple disappears, and only blue is seen That'll take our bones to Davy Jones & our souls to Fiddlers Green And away, you Santi, my dear Annie Oh you New York girls, you love us for our money I've been told the grass needs cutting so the wife can get to hang the washing out, so i'ts back to reality for a bit And they calls her hangin' washin' Away, boys, away The clothin' it needs dryin' So hang, boys, hang |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Charley Noble Date: 23 Mar 02 - 09:42 AM Rats! Leave this thread alone for a minute and Kendall knows where it will end up. Rats? That reminds me of the story about that bishop on the Rhine but then that's not very close to the sea. The best song I know about sea rats comes from SAILOR WITH BANJO, the same sailor's folk opera that I harvested "Yangtse Rivery Shanty": The Rodent Mariners (By Hamish MacLaren, Sailor with Banjo, © 1930 Adapted by Charlie Ipcar Tune adapted from: Blow the Candle Out) Dm-------Am----Dm We are the rodent ma-ri-ne-ers, Am/Dm---Am As nobody needs be told, ------------Dm----Am--------Dm For there's no mis-taking our nau-ti-cal airs, Am/Dm---Am-----Dm Our rolling eyes so bold; Dm-------------------Am There's never a ship leaves English ground, ------Dm----------------Am From Liverpool Docks to Plymouth Sound, ----Dm---Am---Dm For Frisco Bay or Bombay bound, --------------Am--------Dm But we have free run of her hold! We march aboard in companies, All in the dead of night, Over the hawsers from the quays In the shadow of the watch lamplight; Each roving rat his ship will choose, From nose to nose we pass the news Of cargoes, destination, crews, And none can us affright. Each roving rat his ship will choose, From nose to nose we pass the news Of cargoes, destination, crews, And none can us affright. We'll eat like kings once we set sail, Each vessel leaving land, A wandering larder which entails A feast on every hand; Maize, apples, salmon, barley, rice, Nutmegs, olives, South Sea spice, Meats and India merchandise, And all at our command! We know the ports of all the world All warehouses, all quays, All islets coral-ringed and pearled, The Blue Hesperides; And men may search until they die, And men may blow great fleets sky-high – But rats alone can hold for aye The Freedom of the Seas! And men may search until they die, And men may blow great fleets sky-high – But rats alone can hold for aye The Freedom of the Seas! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Dead Horse Date: 23 Mar 02 - 11:00 AM Was them the original *packet rats* and wots the microwave instructions? Seems the On Switch don't work on the mower..........damn shame, says I. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Gareth Date: 24 Mar 02 - 06:45 PM And how went the Chanty Session at the Shipwrights, and when is the next. Living just North of Cardiff, and keeping a boat at Upnor (on the Medway) I have to plan my times and tides carefully. Gareth. Reasons - a potbellied bilgekeeler (Prelude) won't live in the Bristol Channel (5 knots max hull speed & knot tides) - and time wise its as quick to drive across England as it is to drive from Cardiff to Milford Haven |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Dead Horse Date: 25 Mar 02 - 02:47 PM Next Shipwrights shanty session Sat20th April, just before the old codgers start to *dance out* and so lose all their wind! One just gone was small but select: comprising two professional duos, (Capella and Marion & Brian Rogers) two old sods (me & Mark Lawson) Gail & Mick Duff, Graham Anstee(banjo)+ friend Phil(guitar) and two others that couldn't sing, but tried anyway. One audience member joined in on mouth organ while his baby son cried loud enough to simulate seagulls wheeling overhead. Very atmospheric !!! My pot-bellied bilge keeler was off visiting aged parents in Ramsgate, but joined us for second half. Luckily(?) two banjos present, so didn't have to sing Johnny Come Down To Hilo at "seventeen knots per hour" while her feet twinkled. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Gareth Date: 25 Mar 02 - 04:33 PM Deffinatly an Old Gaffers seesion ! ( Hollowshore joke) Gareth |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Dead Horse Date: 27 Mar 02 - 02:03 PM Is this virtual cruise on a schooner or a proper square rigger? And how come the *monkey* is wearing sogers clothes? And who was drunk last? It's about time we had another burst from the nightingale. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: DMcG Date: 27 Mar 02 - 02:06 PM Something like ".. as she sings in the galley below" no doubt |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Gareth Date: 27 Mar 02 - 03:19 PM "This is my story, This is my song, I've been in the Navy - Too *&%$ing long, So roll on the Nelson, Rodney and Renown, You can't have the Hood 'cos the B$%&*"d's gone down !"
Trad Lower Deck Chorus - anybody know the rest ? Gareth |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Charley Noble Date: 27 Mar 02 - 05:54 PM Glad to see we're still afloat! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: GUEST,Barracuda d'Morte Date: 27 Mar 02 - 08:09 PM Sea Songs - my favorite. My group (Port Royal Privateers) is the only reenactment group at Dana Point (California) Tallships Festival which includes 2 days of sea songs/shanties. Also, the San Diego Maritime Museum has a Sea Chantey Festival (1 day) in July. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Les from Hull Date: 28 Mar 02 - 09:32 AM Gareth - I heard 'this four funnel bastard is getting me down', referring to the lend lease destroyers. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern at Sea , Part 3 From: Dead Horse Date: 28 Mar 02 - 04:34 PM A life on the ocean wave The fellow that wrote that song I'd like to crap on his grave A turd about nine inches long 'Cos he's never been to sea On a cold & wet afternoon And he's never coaled ship on his watch below Or he'd bloody soon change his tune Oi! |