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19 Sep 09 - 03:01 AM (#2726516) Subject: Lyr Req: Tough Old Town From: Darlodave Anyone provide me with the lyrics please for above song by Conolly and Meek, again have the cd to which they are on but always difficult to pick up. |
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19 Sep 09 - 03:54 AM (#2726525) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Tough Old Town From: Joe Offer Hi, Dave - I think it's also on a CD by the Sheringham Shantymen called All At Sea. If nobody responds, let me know, and I'll download that version and give a try at a transcription. Why don't you type up what you can figure out and post it here? -Joe- |
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19 Sep 09 - 04:45 AM (#2726547) Subject: Lyr Add: TOUGH OLD TOWN (John Conolly & Bill Meek) From: Joe Offer OK, here's my attempt, such as it is. I couldn't find a John Conolly recording, but it's supposed to be on his Northern Trawl CD, and on another called By Humber's Brown Water. This page says it's also in a songbook called The Singing River by John Conolly & Bill Meek. TOUGH OLD TOWN (John Conolly & Bill Meek) You're just a northern fishing town, beside a salty river, A working town without much time for pride; The North Sea's been your livelihood, you'll take her and you'll give her, And the east wind washes 'round you like a tide. CHORUS And I can feel your reach to greet me, when I am homeward bound, You lift me up when life has laid me down My journey's end will always be where seagulls sing rough harmony, And [cold skies] tumble to the sea beside this tough old town. A haven for the mariner in wild or winter weather, A market for a country man to share; The farmer and the fisherman, it's here they came together, To build a town with dreams of hope and care[??] CHORUS The gales that drowned a thousand men that time the town remembers, We dried our tears and put to sea once more; The streets that bear the flames of war have risen from the embers This tough old town has seen it all before. CHORUS Today our trawlers rust away, a sad scrapyard reminder Of fishing grounds forgotten and denied[??]; But all sea tides will turn again, you'll feel the winds grow kinder, Our sons will sail again from Humberside. CHORUS transcribed by ear from the Sheringham Shantymen CD, All At Sea So, is this a song about Hull? Goole? |
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19 Sep 09 - 11:49 AM (#2726643) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Tough Old Town From: GUEST,Captain Swing It's about Grimsby |
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19 Sep 09 - 05:38 PM (#2726894) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Tough Old Town From: Joe Offer Well, I got the transcription to the point where it more-or-less makes sense, but there are parts I'm not certain of. Can anybody suggest corrections? -Joe- |
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19 Sep 09 - 08:04 PM (#2726976) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Tough Old Town From: Cobble Joe this song is about Grimsby, Lincolnshire. Cobble |
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20 Sep 09 - 12:05 PM (#2727353) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Tough Old Town From: Joe Offer Cobble, is Grimsby in Lincolnshire the same as the Grimsby at the mouth of the Humber? In my tour of Hull, I almost got as far as the mouth of the Humber. Wish I had - I understand there are a number of lighthouses there. Any corrections to my transcription? -Joe- |
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20 Sep 09 - 01:01 PM (#2727404) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Tough Old Town From: GUEST,old git verse 1 line 3...your taker and your giver line 4 the tide chorus....you reach.....tall skies verse2 wild and winter.....the countryman....bricks of hope and care verse 3...are times the town remembers... the streets that felt the flames of war verse4 ....your trawlers... But North Sea tides will turn again,you'll feel the wind blow kinder.....your sons small points....but these are from Bill and John's original words in "The Singing River" geoff t |
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28 Sep 09 - 06:33 AM (#2733011) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Tough Old Town (John Conolly & Bill Meek) From: GUEST,old git and yes Joe..it's the grimsby at the mouth of the Humber!! |
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21 Feb 21 - 03:24 PM (#4094176) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Tough Old Town -- Chords From: GUEST,Lloyd Fisher I know it's an old thread, but I really liked this song. So I think I came up with some working chords, in case anybody else wants to play along, here they are: C Am F G You're just a northern fishing town, beside a salty river, C Am F G A working town without much time for pride; C Am F G The North Sea's been your livelihood, you'll take her and you'll give her, C Am G And the east wind washes 'round you like a tide. CHORUS F Dm G C And I can feel your reach to greet me, when I am homeward bound, F Am/C G You lift me up when life has laid me down F G7 C Am My journey's end will always be where seagulls sing rough harmony, F Dm G C And cold skies tumble to the sea beside this tough old town. C Am F G A haven for the mariner in wild or winter weather, C Am F G A market for a country man to share; C Am F G The farmer and the fisherman, it's here they came together, C Am G To build a town with dreams of hope and care CHORUS F Dm G C And I can feel your reach to greet me, when I am homeward bound, F Am/C G You lift me up when life has laid me down F G7 C Am My journey's end will always be where seagulls sing rough harmony, F Dm G C And cold skies tumble to the sea beside this tough old town. C Am F G The gales that drowned a thousand men that time the town remembers, C Am F G We dried our tears and put to sea once more; C Am F G The streets that bear the flames of war have risen from the embers C Am G This tough old town has seen it all before. CHORUS F Dm G C And I can feel your reach to greet me, when I am homeward bound, F Am/C G You lift me up when life has laid me down F G7 C Am My journey's end will always be where seagulls sing rough harmony, F Dm G C And cold skies tumble to the sea beside this tough old town. C Am F G Today our trawlers rust away, a sad scrapyard reminder C Am F G Of fishing grounds forgotten and denied C Am F G But all sea tides will turn again, you'll feel the winds grow kinder, C Am G Our sons will sail again from Humberside. CHORUS F Dm G C And I can feel your reach to greet me, when I am homeward bound, F Am/C G You lift me up when life has laid me down F G7 C Am My journey's end will always be where seagulls sing rough harmony, F Dm G C And cold skies tumble to the sea beside this tough old town. |