The Girl I left Behind Me.

[Jim Brady]

There are various versions of The Girl I Left Behind Me from an English folk song to an American Marching Song.A 2nd cook I sailed with had his own version of which he used to blast out in the galley from time to time it went like this.

Oh there's hairs on this
And there's hairs on that
And there's hairs on my dog Tiny
The man on the wheel
said go and have a feel
of the girl I left behind me.

Regards.
Jim.B.

There must be more of these little ditties about.

[cappy]

##one of the scruffiest cooks i ever came to meet on the tyne was a old bstard who would have a filthy chefs hat on......an apron a dog wouldnt have slept on ......his favourite was as anyone walked past the galley he would leap out singing ...yes sir thats my baby ....yes sir dont mean maybe....yes sir wop one up her now ......he would then lift up hos cooks apron to show his appendage .....he was truly a nutty as a fruit case ....and today i think would have been sectioned

[cappy]

##one of the scruffiest cooks i ever came to meet on the tyne ..he was truly a nutty as a fruit case ....and today i think would have been sectioned

###ps i think he learned his trade in blu flu ......but got sacked ...he wouldnt call some old pain in the ass ......sir......lol cappy

[thomas michael]

##one of the scruffiest cooks i ever came to meet on the tyne e .....he was truly a nutty as a fruit case ....and today i think would have been sectioned

hi cappy
I was on a trawler out of Lowestoft and it seemed like a good crew the skipper was always singing and laughing and joking, anyway on the boat leaving the dock the skipper every time he passed you in the alleyway or on the ladder, deck or bridge he would playfully nip your backside,and make you jump now the Liverpool guy whom I joined with was not only a big lad but had a very short fuse, and more drs than anybody I knew so the first time the skipper done it to him it was in the saloon come galley doorway and we where sitting having something to eat when the skipper came behind my mate and did it to him,my mate told him instantly that he didn't find it funny and to leave it out,
well a few days later I'm having a sandwich in the saloon come galley when my mate whom was supposed to be on the helm, storms in and tells me that I better get up to the bridge as the skipper wanted to see me, well when I got up there the skipper is lying sparked out on the deck with the the side of his face showing the recent marks of my mate hitting him, after he came round he was a changed man, no more singing or laughing and definitely no touching, imagine if it was now we could have at least a ten figure claim against him and the company
tom

[cappy]

###hi thom.....working by in jarrow .....a second cook and baker came aboard sent up from london .....5 or six of us went in the nearest bar and had a good session....we took a carry out back aboard and had a few beers this second cook was an exp para or so he said .....any way i turned in gear still on and an bit later felt someone fiddling with my zip .......in a flash as much to do with suprise i hooked him and leaped out the bunk he started to gob ..and i reached for a nukie brown ale bottle ...he shot out the cabin and as he run down the aakewy way i slung the bottle which struck the bulkhead shattered and cut around his ear ...i went back in my bunk after shouting what his fate would be if he came near me again.....the working by mate came and said what happened i told him .......nothing was said but i think the mate couldnt be bothered .....next day the 2nd cook had a bandage round his head ....i told him if he came near me again i would fecin swing for him ......later in the trip he raped a young ist tripper but the cook did him up proper with a cleaver ....i recall seeing him run down an outboard alley way his whites covered and dripping with blood as the cook slung the cleaver again like a tomahawk.....it stuck in his back before falling out.....this up the gulf ...he shot of along the flying bridge jeez what a site .......the word went round the coook had flipped ......the cook then went to his cabin and we all gathered outside ......come out cookie ....him fec off .......a big skinny mate said if you dont come out we will come in and get you ......again fec off from the cook the mate said to the bosun iwill openthe door or kick it in and you go in and grab the cook ...the bosun said fec off i will kick the door in and you effin go in......any way the cook decided to come out as the handle on the door turned every bugger scattered it funny looking back but it wasnt then ....any way in mina al ahn
madi the cops took the second cook stitched in dozens of homeward bounders ...and the cook ashore.......ah the goings on at sea .......cappy

[thomas michael]

###hi thom.....working by in jarrow .....a second cook and baker came aboard sent up from london .....5 or six of us went in the nearest bar and had a good session....we took a carry out back aboard and had a few beers this second cook was an exp para or so he said .....any way i turned in gear still on and an bit later felt someone fiddling with my zip .......in a flash as much to do with suprise i hooked him and leaped out the bunk he started to gob ..and i reached for a nukie brown ale bottle ...he shot out the cabin and as he run down the aakewy way i slung the bottle which struck the bulkhead shattered and cut around his ear ...i went back in my bunk after shouting what his fate would be if he came near me again.....the working by mate came and said what happened i told him .......nothing was said but i think the mate couldnt be bothered .....next day the 2nd cook had a bandage round his head ....i told him if he came near me again i would fecin swing for him ......later in the trip he raped a young ist tripper but the cook did him up proper with a cleaver ....i recall seeing him run down an outboard alley way his whites covered and dripping with blood as the cook slung the cleaver again like a tomahawk.....it stuck in his back before falling out.....this up the gulf ...he shot of along the flying bridge jeez what a site .......the word went round the coook had flipped ......the cook then went to his cabin and we all gathered outside ......come out cookie ....him fec off .......a big skinny mate said if you dont come out we will come in and get you ......again fec off from the cook the mate said to the bosun iwill openthe door or kick it in and you go in and grab the cook ...the bosun said fec off i will kick the door in and you effin go in......any way the cook decided to come out as the handle on the door turned every bugger scattered it funny looking back but it wasnt then ....any way in mina al ahn
madi the cops took the second cook stitched in dozens of homeward bounders ...and the cook ashore.......ah the goings on at sea .......cappy

hi cappy
that is nearly the same thing that happened with me at sea when the 2nd cook cracked and attacked the chief with a cleaver, in the end the 2nd cook was locked in the hospital, and I ended up having to work in the galley for a couple of months,must be something in the yeast,
tom

[cappy]

hi cappy
that is nearly the same thing that happened with me at sea when the 2nd cook cracked and attacked the chief with a cleaver, in the end the 2nd cook was locked in the hospital, and I ended up having to work in the galley for a couple of months,must be something in the yeast,
tom

...must say some of them cooks were mean barstewards.....dont go in the galley without permission ........den used to chuck his tabnabs ...and knock em cold lol cappy

[Keith at Tregenna]

An old one of Captain Joe Earl's;

APART

Do you ever think of girlfriends, mothers and the wives?
That remain at home and worry, while men are risking lives,
It is an added burden to other tasks at home,
A kind of grief I’d call it, struggling there alone.

Holding hard the tears as they step out the door,
Perhaps to sail the seas or fight a crazy war,
They tell you that it won’t be long - will seem like very soon,
And anyway, while looking up you’ll see the same old moon.

They don’t get the medals - those that stay and wait,
They receive a sentence until a far off date,
I salute the women who brave their lives apart,
With the ache of separation and nearly broken heart.

[happy daze john in oz]

##one of the scruffiest cooks i ever came to meet on the tyne was a old bstard who would have a filthy chefs hat on......an apron a dog wouldnt have slept on ......his favourite was as anyone walked past the galley he would leap out singing ...yes sir thats my baby ....yes sir dont mean maybe....yes sir wop one up her now ......he would then lift up hos cooks apron to show his appendage .....he was truly a nutty as a fruit case ....and today i think would have been sectioned

Remember a cook on one of the UCL ships who used to cut the buttons off his chefs pants.
When asked why he would say,
'If the moment arises I wasn't to ready'