Ark building

[garinda]

Originally Posted by mobertol

I would make an excellent "first mate" on board -will turn my hand to anything in order to be saved - my survival instinct knows no limits.

Have a word with seaman Staines.


See if he can slip you in.

[mobertol]

Originally Posted by garinda

Have a word with seaman Staines.


See if he can slip you in.

Just as long as he's "able" and can sing me a shanty


"Oh, as I strolled out one evening, out for a night's career,
I met a lofty clipper ship an' arter her I steered.
I hoisted her me sig-a-nals, which she so quickly knew,
An' when she seed me bunting fly, she immediately hove to-o-o,

Oh, she'd a dark an' rollin' eye,
An' her hair hung down in ring-a-lets,
She wuz a nice gal, a decent gal,
But one of the rakish kind!

Kind sir, ye must excuse me, for being out so late,
For if me parents knew o' it, then sad would be me fate,
Me father he's a minister, a true and honest man,
Me mother she's a Methodist, an' I do the best I can.

I eyed that wench full warily, for talk like this I knew,
She seemed a little owerbold, she lied for all I knew,
But still she wuz a comely wench, her lips a ruby red,
Her bosom full, her hips so slim, she coyly hung her head.

I took her to a tavern an' treated her to wine,
Little did I think that she belonged to the rakish kind.
I handled her, I dangled her, an' found to my surprise,
She wuz nothin' but a fire ship, rigged up in a disguise."

[claytonx]

Originally Posted by mobertol

Just as long as he's "able" and can sing me a shanty


"Oh, as I strolled out one evening, out for a night's career,
I met a lofty clipper ship an' arter her I steered.
I hoisted her me sig-a-nals, which she so quickly knew,
An' when she seed me bunting fly, she immediately hove to-o-o,

Oh, she'd a dark an' rollin' eye,
An' her hair hung down in ring-a-lets,
She wuz a nice gal, a decent gal,
But one of the rakish kind!

Kind sir, ye must excuse me, for being out so late,
For if me parents knew o' it, then sad would be me fate,
Me father he's a minister, a true and honest man,
Me mother she's a Methodist, an' I do the best I can.

I eyed that wench full warily, for talk like this I knew,
She seemed a little owerbold, she lied for all I knew,
But still she wuz a comely wench, her lips a ruby red,
Her bosom full, her hips so slim, she coyly hung her head.

I took her to a tavern an' treated her to wine,
Little did I think that she belonged to the rakish kind.
I handled her, I dangled her, an' found to my surprise,
She wuz nothin' but a fire ship, rigged up in a disguise."

I am sure I heard Guy Mitchell sing something like that shanty

[mobertol]

Originally Posted by claytonx

I am sure I heard Guy Mitchell sing something like that shanty

It's called "The Fireship", have never heard it sung myself -seemed apt for the cheeky comment about (Able-)Seaman Staines!

(Your sort of joke that play on words no doubt!)

[susie123]

[claytonx]

It's called the roving kind by Guy Mitchell wih Mitch Millers Orchestra on his Greatest hits
knew I had heard it before it's in my music library.

[mobertol]

Thanks for the link to the song Sue - the lyrics I found missed out the last 2 verses -just as well

[MargaretR]

You can now buy a ready made Ark
Noah?s Ark Made In Japan

[Boeing Guy]

YouTube - Broadcast Yourself.

[mobertol]

Originally Posted by Boeing Guy

YouTube - Broadcast Yourself.

Couldn't see what you've posted here high-flyer!