John A Silkstone
26-04-06, 13:14
GUNNER JOE
by Marriott Edgar and record on record by Stanley Holloway in 1933
I’ll tell you a seafaring story,
Of a lad who won honour and fame
Wi’ Nelson at Battle ,‘Trafalgar
Joe Moggeridge, that were his name.
He were one of the crew of the Victory,
His job when a battle begun
Was to take cannon balls out o’ basket
And shove ‘em down front end o’ gun.
One day him and Nelson were boxing
The compass, like sailor lads do,
When ‘Ardy comes up wi’ a spyglass
And pointing, says “, take a screw!’
They looked to where ‘Ardy were pointing
And saw lots o’ ships in a row.
Joe says abrupt-like but respectful,
“Oratio lad, yon’s the foe.’
‘What say we attack ‘em?’ says Nelson,
Says Joe ‘Nay, lad, not to-day,’
And ‘Ardy says, ‘Aye! well, let’s toss up,’
‘Oratio answers ‘Okay.’
They tossed it were heads for attacking
And tails for t’other way ‘bout.
Joe lent them ‘is two-headed penny,
So the answer was never in doubt.
When penny came down ‘ead side uppards,
They was in for ado it were plain,
And Joe murmur’d ‘Shiver my timbers,’
And Nelson kiss’d ‘Ardy again.
And then, taking flags out o’ locker,
‘E strung out a message on high;
‘T were all about England and duty
Crew thought they was ‘ung out to dry.
They got the guns ready for action,
And that gave ‘em trouble enough,
They ‘adn’t been fired all the summer
And touch-holes were bunged up wi’ fluff.
Joe’s cannon it wn’t ‘alf a corker,
The cannon balls went three foot round,
They wasn’t no toy balloons neither,
They weigh’d close on sixty-five pound.
Joe, selecting two of the largest,
Was going to load double for luck
When a hot shot came in thro’ the porthole
And a gunpowder barrel got struck.
By gum! th wn’t ‘alf an explosion,
The gun crew was filled wi’ alarm
As out of the port-hole went Joseph
Wi’ a cannon ball under each arm.
At that moment up came the ‘Boat-swine’,
He says ‘Wh’s Joe?’
Gunner replied “E’s taken two cannon balls with ‘im
And gone for a breather outside.’
‘Do y’think he’ll be long?’ says the ‘Boat-swine’,
The gunner replied ‘If as ‘ow
‘E comes back as quick as ‘e left us,
‘E should be ‘ere any time now.’
And all this time Joe, treading water,
Was trying ‘is ‘ardest to float,
‘E shouted thro’ turmoil of battle
‘Tell someone to lower a boat.’
‘E’d come to the top for assistance,
Then down to the bottom ‘e’dgo;
This up and down kind of existence
Made ev’ryone laugh except Joc.
At last ‘e could stand it no longer,
And next time ‘e came to the top
‘E said ‘If you don’t come and save me
I’ll let these ‘ere cannon balls drop.’
‘T were Nelson at finish who saved him
And ‘e said Joe deserved the V.C.,
But finding ‘e ‘adn’t one ‘andy
‘E gave Joe an egg for ‘is tea.
And after the battle was over,
And vessel was safely in dock,
The sailors all saved up their coupons
And bought Joe a nice marble clock.
by Marriott Edgar and record on record by Stanley Holloway in 1933
I’ll tell you a seafaring story,
Of a lad who won honour and fame
Wi’ Nelson at Battle ,‘Trafalgar
Joe Moggeridge, that were his name.
He were one of the crew of the Victory,
His job when a battle begun
Was to take cannon balls out o’ basket
And shove ‘em down front end o’ gun.
One day him and Nelson were boxing
The compass, like sailor lads do,
When ‘Ardy comes up wi’ a spyglass
And pointing, says “, take a screw!’
They looked to where ‘Ardy were pointing
And saw lots o’ ships in a row.
Joe says abrupt-like but respectful,
“Oratio lad, yon’s the foe.’
‘What say we attack ‘em?’ says Nelson,
Says Joe ‘Nay, lad, not to-day,’
And ‘Ardy says, ‘Aye! well, let’s toss up,’
‘Oratio answers ‘Okay.’
They tossed it were heads for attacking
And tails for t’other way ‘bout.
Joe lent them ‘is two-headed penny,
So the answer was never in doubt.
When penny came down ‘ead side uppards,
They was in for ado it were plain,
And Joe murmur’d ‘Shiver my timbers,’
And Nelson kiss’d ‘Ardy again.
And then, taking flags out o’ locker,
‘E strung out a message on high;
‘T were all about England and duty
Crew thought they was ‘ung out to dry.
They got the guns ready for action,
And that gave ‘em trouble enough,
They ‘adn’t been fired all the summer
And touch-holes were bunged up wi’ fluff.
Joe’s cannon it wn’t ‘alf a corker,
The cannon balls went three foot round,
They wasn’t no toy balloons neither,
They weigh’d close on sixty-five pound.
Joe, selecting two of the largest,
Was going to load double for luck
When a hot shot came in thro’ the porthole
And a gunpowder barrel got struck.
By gum! th wn’t ‘alf an explosion,
The gun crew was filled wi’ alarm
As out of the port-hole went Joseph
Wi’ a cannon ball under each arm.
At that moment up came the ‘Boat-swine’,
He says ‘Wh’s Joe?’
Gunner replied “E’s taken two cannon balls with ‘im
And gone for a breather outside.’
‘Do y’think he’ll be long?’ says the ‘Boat-swine’,
The gunner replied ‘If as ‘ow
‘E comes back as quick as ‘e left us,
‘E should be ‘ere any time now.’
And all this time Joe, treading water,
Was trying ‘is ‘ardest to float,
‘E shouted thro’ turmoil of battle
‘Tell someone to lower a boat.’
‘E’d come to the top for assistance,
Then down to the bottom ‘e’dgo;
This up and down kind of existence
Made ev’ryone laugh except Joc.
At last ‘e could stand it no longer,
And next time ‘e came to the top
‘E said ‘If you don’t come and save me
I’ll let these ‘ere cannon balls drop.’
‘T were Nelson at finish who saved him
And ‘e said Joe deserved the V.C.,
But finding ‘e ‘adn’t one ‘andy
‘E gave Joe an egg for ‘is tea.
And after the battle was over,
And vessel was safely in dock,
The sailors all saved up their coupons
And bought Joe a nice marble clock.