We are going out to sing sea shanties.???
The OH has odd musical tastes.
Come all you land lubbers, you've nothing to fear
Down the Solent
On a Red Funnel steamer bound from Royal Pier
And we're bound for the Isle of Wight
Ch: And away, boys, away, Down the Solent
We passed Calshot Spit where the seagulls all flit (or s**t)
And we're bound for the Isle of Wight
Away with the gangplank! the Captain, he roared
And hoist up the anchors, jacks, safely on board
ch.
We passed by Esso tankers on a fast-moving tide
Polluting the beaches upon either side.
ch
On the banks of the Solent was a hell of a crowd
A-watching Ted Heath sinking Morning Cloud.
ch
Arriving at Cowes I espied a trim craft
She was well-loaded for'ard and nicely trimmed aft.
ch
I turned this craft round to a well-shelted spot
For she had the powder and I had the shot.
ch
Oh, look what you've done to my rigging, she cried,
Too late, I wsa firing a second broadside.
ch
Now I'm in dry dock it's now I can discern
I'm covered in barnacles from stem to stern.
ch
And now I know why they call this Cowes Week
My foremast's all broken and my mainsa'ls all week.
ch
