The owners of the blackball line gave him his best command

and he left the Cleopatra

that was tied up on the Strand

he'd been running oil and indigo down in the Azores

Was the red haired scarface Skipper

By the name of Bully Forbes

The Blackball ship in Salthouse dock

was rigged and clean and sleek

her orders were for Melbourne

and she'd sail within the week

she was the Marco polo

and placed under Forbes command

Was to run with British emigrants

down to van Deimans land

At the table of the Blackball line Bully drank his wine

and then he rose to speak and said

this ship will make good time

I have my charts and plotted course

we'll race the southern ways

If the Devil doesn't take me I will beat 200 days

Down in the roaring forties as he ran before a gale

the passengers were terrified and begged him shorten sail

But Forbes had climbed the poop deck high with pistols levelled true

Shouting "Hell or Melbourne" man your posts

ya cowardly cringing crew

The crew had tried to jump the ship to dig Victoria's gold

But Forbes had ordered

tie em up and throw them in the hold

They towed the ship across the bar

and hauled it out to sea

then he opened up the hatches shouting

Set the bastards free .

 

 

When he rolled into Liverpool

He swaggered in to say

its sixty eight days back

Your ship is anchored in the bay

The Marco Polo stood four square

Forbes had proved his worth

The pennant on the masthead read

"the fastest ship on earth"

　

　

　

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Baines_(clipper)

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http://new-brunswick.net/marcopolo/images/bully.jpg

 

Heres a song about fish to the tune of "Old Fid"

I'll sing you a song of the fish of the sea

and the fish on the fishmongers slab

theres a cod and a sole . a hake and a plaice

and a big yellow long legged crab.


Then a fellow came in and he purchesd the sole

and carried it home for his tea

the horrified cod looked across at the hake

said the hake this is no plaice for me.


The crab he looked up from his basket of ice

and he shuddered and said its no fun

as he looked at the parsley and lemon and salt

and some mayo spread out on a bun.


A fight had broke out in the filleting room

twas a quite viscious brawl and a tussle

till an amorous squid for the door made a bid

but he stopped 'cos he'd just pulled a mussel


The fight rumbled on and the filleters won

in a welter of blood ice and scales

then a big savage mullet got stopped by a bullet

from a gun fired by two killer whales .


The fishmonger bold had the lot of them soled

to a chip shop  for better or worse

the mutinous cod got battered and flogged

soused in vinegar salt and brown sauce.


Dont ask me where i've damn well been

dont ask me what i've done

I went back to the slab and I ate the big crab

with the mayo stuffed into the bun.

Don't ask me what I had for my tea
don't ask me what I did
Cos I was still starvin so I ate up the marlin
and followed it down with the squid .

 Mary Webb Jo Martin and Rowena on the Cello














Uncle Al down there on the Bass!

Sun Inn and the famous "Kitchen Sessions in Conder farm in Dent , Thanks to Mick and Wendy ,