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Sunday, September 04, 2005

Poetry Corner: Here's to the Grog

Well, actually I was looking for a different ballad, but I came across a website that has a vast quantity of folk songs, including a whole lot of sea chanties. One in particular had much significance.

I've got a coat and a nobby, nobby coat
I've got a coat a-seen a lot of rough weather
For the sides are near wore out and the back is flying about
And the lining's looking out for better weather
Here's to the grog, boys, the jolly, jolly grog
Here's to the rum and tobacco
I've a-spent all my tin with the lassies drinking gin
And to cross the briny ocean I must wander


I've got me breeches, me nobby, nobby breeches
I've got breeches a-seen a lot of rough weather
For the pouch is near wore out and the seat's all flying about
And me knees are looking out for better weather

Here's to the grog, boys, the jolly, jolly grog
Here's to the rum and tobacco
I've a-spent all my tin with the lassies drinking gin
And to cross the briny ocean I must wander


I've got a shirt and a nobby, nobby shirt
I've got a shirt a-seen a lot of rough weather
For the collar's near wore out and the sleeves are flying about
And me tail's looking out for better weather

Here's to the grog, boys, the jolly, jolly grog
Here's to the rum and tobacco
I've a-spent all my tin with the lassies drinking gin
And to cross the briny ocean I must wander

I've got me boots, me nobby, nobby boots
I've got boots a-seen a lot of rough weather
For the bottoms' near wore out and the heels flying about
And me toes are looking out for better weather

Here's to the grog, boys, the jolly, jolly grog
Here's to the rum and tobacco
I've a-spent all my tin with the lassies drinking gin
And to cross the briny ocean I must wander

I've got a tile, a nobby, nobby tile
I've got a tile a-seen a lot of rough weather
For the brim it is wore out and the crown is flying about
And the lining's looking out for better weather
Here's to the grog, boys, the jolly, jolly grog
Here's to the rum and tobacco
I've a-spent all my tin with the lassies drinking gin
And to cross the briny ocean I must wander


So it’s not Victorian. And it certainly isn’t romantic. But it’s a lot of fun. If you want to hear it, and even download a MIDI file of it, here’s the link:

http://www.contemplator.com/sea/heregrog.html

Since it’s in 2/4 time, it’s easily adapted to a punk rock form, which is what happened on the soundtrack of Pirates of the White Sands. Check Jer’s and pL’s blogs for when there might be a showing near you.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

What do you mean, it's not romantic?

Tue Sep 06, 02:56:00 AM MDT  
Blogger Carol Anne said...

If you want really, tear-jerkingly romantic, there's "Farewell to Grog." In 1863, the U.S. Navy stopped issuing sailors a regular ration of grog, and this song is a lament over that event.

The song experienced a revival in 1970, when the British Royal Navy also ceased issuing rations of grog.

Thu Sep 08, 12:41:00 AM MDT  

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