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    In reply to post #6 JS

    I suppose you are correct there with Dusty ,however my late Uncle was given the Nickname of Dusty as well on Board,and for the life of me I really never knew or even questioned him as to why! ???? Now that I think of it I do Wonder why?? No he never had Dusty colour Hair either! LOL
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    The Yarn of the 'Nancy Bell'
    by W.S. Gilbert

    'Twas on the shores that round our coast
    From Deal to Ramsgate span,
    That I found alone on a piece of stone
    An elderly naval man.

    His hair was weedy, his beard was long,
    And weedy and long was he,
    And I heard this wight on the shore recite,
    In a singular minor key:

    "Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
    And the mate of the Nancy brig,
    And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
    And the crew of the captain's gig."

    And he shook his fists and he tore his hair,
    Till I really felt afraid,
    For I couldn't help thinking the man had been drinking,
    And so I simply said:

    "O, elderly man, it's little I know
    Of the duties of men of the sea,
    But I'll eat my hand if I understand
    How you can possibly be

    "At once a cook, and a captain bold,
    And the mate of the Nancy brig,
    And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
    And the crew of the captain's gig."

    Then he gave a hitch to his trousers, which
    Is a trick all seamen larn,
    And having got rid of a thumping quid,
    He spun this painful yarn:

    "'Twas in the good ship Nancy Bell
    That we sailed to the Indian sea,
    And there on a reef we come to grief,
    Which has often occurred to me.

    "And pretty nigh all o' the crew was drowned
    (There was seventy-seven o' soul),
    And only ten of the Nancy's men
    Said 'Here!' to the muster-roll.

    "There was me and the cook and the captain bold,
    And the mate of the Nancy brig
    And the bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
    And the crew of the captain's gig.

    "For a month we'd neither wittles nor drink,
    Till a-hungry we did feel,
    So we drawed a lot, and accordin' shot
    The captain for our meal.

    "The next lot fell to the Nancy's mate,
    And a delicate dish he made;
    Then our appetite with the midshipmite
    We seven survivors stayed.

    "And then we murdered the bo'sun tight,
    And he much resembled pig,
    Then we wittled free, did the cook and me,
    On the crew of the captain's gig.

    "Then only the cook and me was left,
    And the delicate question, 'Which
    Of us two goes to the kettle?' arose
    And we argued it out as sich.

    "For I loved that cook as a brother, I did,
    And the cook he worshipped me;
    But we'd both be blowed if we'd either be stowed
    In the other chap's hold, you see.

    "'I'll be eat if you dines off me,' says Tom,
    'Yes, that,' says I, 'you'll be,' --
    'I'm boiled if I die, my friend,' quoth I,
    And 'Exactly so,' quoth he.

    "Says he, 'Dear James, to murder me
    Were a foolish thing to do,
    For don't you see that you can't cook me,
    While I can -- and will -- cook you!'

    "So he boils the water, and takes the salt
    And the pepper in portions true
    (Which he never forgot) and some chopped shalot,
    And some sage and parsley too.

    "'Come here,' says he, with a proper pride,
    Which his smiling features tell,
    ' 'Twill soothing be if I let you see,
    How extremely nice you'll smell.'

    "And he stirred it round and round and round,
    And he sniffed at the foaming froth;
    When I ups with his heels, and smothers his squeals
    In the scum of the boiling broth.

    "And I eat that cook in a week or less,
    And -- as I eating be
    The last of his chops, why, I almost drops,
    For a wessel in sight I see!

    "And I never grin, and I never smile,
    And I never larf nor play,
    But I sit and croak, and a single joke
    I have -- which is to say:

    "Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
    And the mate of the Nancy brig,
    And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
    And the crew of the captain's gig!"
    "Our veterans did not forget about us .... Let's not forget about them." From Michael Levesque

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    Funny how names are added to suit people.

    Here in Oz if you have red hair you will be called Bluey, short people often called lofty and vice versa.
    Some are called after their trade, sparkies, brickies. chippies, dunny divers to name a few.
    For some reason I was at one time known as Zac, but what it meant IO never did find out.

    Louis the fly was an advert for a fly spray so maybe that is how Louis got his name.
    Cappy would be a bald headed guy who always wore a cap, and of course most 'poms' were either known by their bathing habits, 'as dry as a poms bath towel'
    or if you had made it a pure pommy barsteward, the highest accolade there is.
    Happy daze John in Oz.

    Life is too short to blend in.

    John Strange R737787
    World Traveller

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    I can’t access the poetry page at the moment so will just stick this in here. There’ll always be an Ross Parker and Hughe Charles 1939.

    I give you a toast Ladies and Gentlemen,
    May this fair land we love so well
    In dignity and freedom dwell
    While worlds may change and go awry
    There’ll always be an England
    While there’s a country lane
    Where ever there’s a cottage small
    Beside a field of grain
    There’ll always be an England
    While there’s a busy street
    Where ever there’s a turning wheel
    A million marching feet
    Red White and Blue
    What does it mean to you.?
    Surely your proud
    Shout it loud Britons Awake !
    The Empire too
    We can depend on you
    These are the chains
    Nothing can break
    There’ll always be an England
    And England shall be free
    If England means as much to you
    As England means to me.

    PS well I’ve learned something, I always thought the words were There’ll always be an England as long as Scotland’s there.


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