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Saturday, March 6, 2021
Nudists and Boats
Today we have a rare all-color series featuring nudist men and boats.
A life on the ocean wave Is much better than going to sea And what the difference is...
And I think we'll leave the rest of that alternative version below decks! (There's one advantage to having a father in the Navy who could also play the piano - the singalongs were memorably hilarious...)
LOL, yes we can usually count on sailors to be "salty." Speaking of musical sailors, sea shanties have been making a huge comeback. Youtube has some impressive renditions.
Yes, they are. The Fisherman's Friends - named after an horrendous traditional lozenge cure for colds here, also known in the Navy as a "zoob" - are an a cappella band from Cornwall who have hit the big time with sea shanties. My favourite of all - rather a forecastle song than a shanty - is Rolling Home:
Pipe all hands up the rigging Swiftly blows the fav'ring gale, Strong as springtime in its blossom, Filling out each bending sail, And the waves we leave behind us Seem to murmur as they rise; We have tarried here to bear you To the land you dearly prize.
Now, it takes all hands to man the capstan, Mister see your cables clear! Soon you'll be sailing homeward bound sir, And for the channel you will steer. See your sheets and crew lines free sir, All your buntlines overhauled; Are the sheerpoles and gear all ready? Soon for England we will steer.
Full ten thousand miles behind us, And a thousand miles before, Ancient ocean waves to waft us To the well remembered shore. Newborn breezes swell to send us To our childhood welcome skies, To the glow of friendly faces And the glance of loving eyes.
Rolling home, rolling home, Rolling home across the sea, Rolling home to dear old England Rolling home, dear land to thee.
It was sung as "New England" in the Colonies and still, today, in the States of New England.
Those New England mariners made it all the way to Hawaii, and the place was never the same. Captain Cook got here (and got killed) thirty years before the New Englanders, but he didn't have anything like their impact.
A life on the ocean wave
ReplyDeleteIs much better than going to sea
And what the difference is...
And I think we'll leave the rest of that alternative version below decks! (There's one advantage to having a father in the Navy who could also play the piano - the singalongs were memorably hilarious...)
LOL, yes we can usually count on sailors to be "salty." Speaking of musical sailors, sea shanties have been making a huge comeback. Youtube has some impressive renditions.
DeleteYes, they are. The Fisherman's Friends - named after an horrendous traditional lozenge cure for colds here, also known in the Navy as a "zoob" - are an a cappella band from Cornwall who have hit the big time with sea shanties. My favourite of all - rather a forecastle song than a shanty - is Rolling Home:
ReplyDeletePipe all hands up the rigging
Swiftly blows the fav'ring gale,
Strong as springtime in its blossom,
Filling out each bending sail,
And the waves we leave behind us
Seem to murmur as they rise;
We have tarried here to bear you
To the land you dearly prize.
Now, it takes all hands to man the capstan,
Mister see your cables clear!
Soon you'll be sailing homeward bound sir,
And for the channel you will steer.
See your sheets and crew lines free sir,
All your buntlines overhauled;
Are the sheerpoles and gear all ready?
Soon for England we will steer.
Full ten thousand miles behind us,
And a thousand miles before,
Ancient ocean waves to waft us
To the well remembered shore.
Newborn breezes swell to send us
To our childhood welcome skies,
To the glow of friendly faces
And the glance of loving eyes.
Rolling home, rolling home,
Rolling home across the sea,
Rolling home to dear old England
Rolling home, dear land to thee.
It was sung as "New England" in the Colonies and still, today, in the States of New England.
But then, we both live on islands...
Those New England mariners made it all the way to Hawaii, and the place was never the same. Captain Cook got here (and got killed) thirty years before the New Englanders, but he didn't have anything like their impact.
Delete