{"id":408,"date":"2013-07-07T09:36:34","date_gmt":"2013-07-07T13:36:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/?page_id=408"},"modified":"2018-02-26T09:47:34","modified_gmt":"2018-02-26T13:47:34","slug":"cruisin-round-yarmouth","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/?page_id=408","title":{"rendered":"Cruisin&#8217; &#8216;Round Yarmouth"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">Cruising Round Yarmouth <\/span><\/h3>\n<p>A neat little forebitter allegedly dating to the late 19th century and the sailors involved in the East India trade.\u00a0 This is my version, or more exactly, an example of the folk process in that the performer makes it his own.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_417\" style=\"width: 227px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/drunken-lovers-by-Thomas-Rowlandson-1798.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-417\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-417 \" src=\"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/drunken-lovers-by-Thomas-Rowlandson-1798-217x300.jpg\" alt=\"The Drunken Lovers by Thomas Rowlandson - 1798\" width=\"217\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/drunken-lovers-by-Thomas-Rowlandson-1798-217x300.jpg 217w, https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/drunken-lovers-by-Thomas-Rowlandson-1798.jpg 473w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 217px) 100vw, 217px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-417\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The Drunken Lovers by Thomas Rowlandson &#8211; 1798\u00a0\u00a0 Reposted from <a href=\"http:\/\/georgianbawdyhouse.wordpress.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">The Georgian Bawdyhouse<\/a><\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">Jos. Morneault<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Whilst cruising round Yarmouth* one day on a spree<br \/>\nI met a fair doxy, the wind blowing free\u00a0\u00a0 [pause for one beat]<br \/>\nI&#8217;m a fast-going packet, my kind sir, says she<br \/>\nI&#8217;m-a ready for cargo, me hold is quite free<\/p>\n<p>* or New London, or \u2018round Essex, or whichever town you\u2019d like.<\/p>\n<p>&gt; Chorus:<br \/>\n<strong><i>Singing fal de-ral laddie right fal de-ral day<\/i><\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> <i>Fal de-ral laddie right fal de-ral day<\/i><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>What country she come from I could not tell thence,<br \/>\nBut by her appearance I thought she was French.<br \/>\nHer flag showed its colours and her masthead was low,<br \/>\nShe was round in the quarter and bluff in the bow.<\/p>\n<p>&gt;\u00a0\u00a0 Chorus<\/p>\n<p>So I tossed her my hauser and I took her in tow;<br \/>\nYardarm to yardarm together we&#8217;d go.<br \/>\nWe both dropped our mud hooks out there in the bay,<br \/>\nShe led me to a pub* and a place we could lay.<\/p>\n<p>*the Gris, or some such.<\/p>\n<p>&gt;\u00a0\u00a0 Chorus<\/p>\n<p>She took me upstairs and her tops&#8217;l she lowered.<br \/>\nIn a neat little parlour she soon had me moored.<br \/>\nShe laid in the foresails, the staysails and all;<br \/>\nWith her lily-white hand let me reef-tackle fall.<\/p>\n<p>&gt;\u00a0\u00a0 Chorus<\/p>\n<p>*She pushed me back hard, on her bed I did land<br \/>\nShe cried, \u201cBoarders Away!\u201d and then jumped on my man!<br \/>\nWe rode through the rollers like a tempest did roar,<br \/>\nThe bed sprung a post and we bore to the floor!<\/p>\n<p>*This verse written by Joseph to \u201cflesh out\u201d the story, if you will.<\/p>\n<p>&gt;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Chorus\u00a0 then instrumental break.<\/p>\n<p>The watch being ended I said, Maid give o&#8217;er;<br \/>\n&#8216;Twixt wind and water you&#8217;ve run me ashore!<br \/>\nMy shot-locker&#8217;s empty, my powder is spent,<br \/>\nI can&#8217;t fire a shot for it&#8217;s choked at the vent!<\/p>\n<p>&gt;\u00a0\u00a0 Chorus<\/p>\n<p>Well here&#8217;s luck to that girl with the black curly locks,<br \/>\nHere&#8217;s luck to that girl who ran Jack on the rocks,<br \/>\nHere&#8217;s luck to the doctor who eased all me pain,<br \/>\nHe squared me main yards \u2013 I\u2019m a-cruising again!<\/p>\n<p>&gt;\u00a0\u00a0 Chorus\u00a0\u00a0 2x<b><\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Cruising Round Yarmouth A neat little forebitter allegedly dating to the late 19th century and the sailors involved in the East India trade.\u00a0 This is my version, or more exactly, an example of the folk process in that the performer makes it his own. 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