Visited this fine facility yesterday to sing with with the rest of the lads from "Liverpool shanty crew" A new and fresh traditional sea shanty group with songs celebrating Liverpool's rich shanty tradition with a repertoire of songs old and newer , some of the old faves as you would expect and some less well known but equally rousing with great 'join in' choruses .
This is the venue for the springtime "Shanty festival" organised by Julia and Derek Batters of "Trim rig and a Doxy" . This is a development of the old Lancaster shanty festival set in the lovely surroundings of the Ship museum on the banks of the Mersey overlooking the Manchester ship canal http://canalrivertrust.org.uk/national-waterways-museum
Go and check it out!
Friday 12 July 2013
Wednesday 3 July 2013
The life of the liverpool sailor.
17/03/2013 LIFE OF THE LIVERPOOL SAILOR.
ITS TEN LONG YEARS SINCE I LEFT THE SEA
IT SEEMS LIKE YESTERDAY
SO UNTIL OLD NEPTUNE CALLS ME HOME
MY SQUEEZEBOX I WILL PLAY. CH.
IVE STOOD THE MIDDLE WATCH AND SAW
THE GREEN FIRE AT OUR BOWS
IVE STEERED BY THE STARS BOTH SWIFT AND SURE
RIGHT DOWN TO THE AZORES
IVE WATCHED THE DOLPHINS LEAD US ON
AND MAKE THEM FISHES FLY
AND SCATTER ON OUR QUARTER DECK
LIKE MANNA FROM THE SKY.
SOME NIGHTS I CUT ME SCRIMSHAW WORK
ON THE NARWALS SHINING HORN
SOMETIMES I WORKED ME SPANISH BLADE
RIGHT TO THE CRACK OF DAWN
THEN LIT THE BOILER MADE THE GRUEL
AND FED THE HUNGRY CREW
WITH TASTY WANGS OF SALTY HAM
AND BOWLS OF HOT BURGOUT
I SAILED ALONG DAHOMEYS COAST
AND TIED UP TO A TREE
AND HUNTED FOR THE GAVIAL
WITH MUD UP TO ME KNEE
THE FEVERS TOOK A LOT OF TARS
THEY DIED OF YELLOWJACK
SO WE TOOK ABOARD THE NATIVE LADS
TO HELP US SAIL HER BACK
IVE CRACKED ALONG AT 40 KNOTS
ON SLEEK AND SPEEDY CLIPPERS
IVE HAULED IN CAPECOD LOBSTER POTS
AND WORKED FOR BUMBOAT SKIPPERS
IVE FROZE ON GREENLAND WHALING BOATS
AND SAILED AROUND THE HORN
WHERE I SAW THE FLASHING TOUGUES OF FLAME
LIGHT UP THE GLOWING DAWN
WELL NOW IM OLD AND MY BEARD IS WHITE
WHERE ONCE WAS BLACK BEFORE
I WATCH THE STEAMERS STANDING OUT
FROM THE PERCH ROCK AT THE SHORE
I TAKE ME STICK AND WANDER HOME
AND CLOSE ME COTTAGE DOOR
THEN POUR A RUM AND WISH THAT I
COULD GO TO SEA ONCE MORE . ©mike locke
ITS TEN LONG YEARS SINCE I LEFT THE SEA
IT SEEMS LIKE YESTERDAY
SO UNTIL OLD NEPTUNE CALLS ME HOME
MY SQUEEZEBOX I WILL PLAY. CH.
IVE STOOD THE MIDDLE WATCH AND SAW
THE GREEN FIRE AT OUR BOWS
IVE STEERED BY THE STARS BOTH SWIFT AND SURE
RIGHT DOWN TO THE AZORES
IVE WATCHED THE DOLPHINS LEAD US ON
AND MAKE THEM FISHES FLY
AND SCATTER ON OUR QUARTER DECK
LIKE MANNA FROM THE SKY.
SOME NIGHTS I CUT ME SCRIMSHAW WORK
ON THE NARWALS SHINING HORN
SOMETIMES I WORKED ME SPANISH BLADE
RIGHT TO THE CRACK OF DAWN
THEN LIT THE BOILER MADE THE GRUEL
AND FED THE HUNGRY CREW
WITH TASTY WANGS OF SALTY HAM
AND BOWLS OF HOT BURGOUT
I SAILED ALONG DAHOMEYS COAST
AND TIED UP TO A TREE
AND HUNTED FOR THE GAVIAL
WITH MUD UP TO ME KNEE
THE FEVERS TOOK A LOT OF TARS
THEY DIED OF YELLOWJACK
SO WE TOOK ABOARD THE NATIVE LADS
TO HELP US SAIL HER BACK
IVE CRACKED ALONG AT 40 KNOTS
ON SLEEK AND SPEEDY CLIPPERS
IVE HAULED IN CAPECOD LOBSTER POTS
AND WORKED FOR BUMBOAT SKIPPERS
IVE FROZE ON GREENLAND WHALING BOATS
AND SAILED AROUND THE HORN
WHERE I SAW THE FLASHING TOUGUES OF FLAME
LIGHT UP THE GLOWING DAWN
WELL NOW IM OLD AND MY BEARD IS WHITE
WHERE ONCE WAS BLACK BEFORE
I WATCH THE STEAMERS STANDING OUT
FROM THE PERCH ROCK AT THE SHORE
I TAKE ME STICK AND WANDER HOME
AND CLOSE ME COTTAGE DOOR
THEN POUR A RUM AND WISH THAT I
COULD GO TO SEA ONCE MORE . ©mike locke
Monday 1 July 2013
Dentdale music and beer festival.
Started in the Sun Inn on Wednesday night arriving before the crowds. the session in progress was the best of the weekend with some excellent players and singers with instrumentalists and vocalists complimenting each other and adding to the atmosphere as a good folk session should be!!!!!.
My own best tune of the evening was "The Dimming of the day" by RT. sung and delightfully delivered by Mary , the fiddling and squeezebox work was great and Kens mandola playing cool and mellow.
The pub became a lot busier over the following days but the sessions continued in both the pubs and the artists from the program were joining in with gusto .
A great time and the weather was not too bad . A bit of rain and a bit of very hot sun . The worst bit was the midges that decended in droves to reduce the blood count of all and sundry with ruthless efficiency and starting the "Scratchfest" . The air was heavy with citronella and Autan spray which seems to attract them like a pheromone !!! Amazingly I seem to be unattractive to them now and I was largely unscathed , unlike in the past when I have emerged covered in lumps and hives and things .
I heard that the Elephant man was prepared to pay to see me at one point!!--------- Every cloud Eh???
My own best tune of the evening was "The Dimming of the day" by RT. sung and delightfully delivered by Mary , the fiddling and squeezebox work was great and Kens mandola playing cool and mellow.
The pub became a lot busier over the following days but the sessions continued in both the pubs and the artists from the program were joining in with gusto .
A great time and the weather was not too bad . A bit of rain and a bit of very hot sun . The worst bit was the midges that decended in droves to reduce the blood count of all and sundry with ruthless efficiency and starting the "Scratchfest" . The air was heavy with citronella and Autan spray which seems to attract them like a pheromone !!! Amazingly I seem to be unattractive to them now and I was largely unscathed , unlike in the past when I have emerged covered in lumps and hives and things .
I heard that the Elephant man was prepared to pay to see me at one point!!--------- Every cloud Eh???
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