Song Lyric Sunday: Feeling Groggy

Jim Adams is the host for SLS. There is a theme, but I have no idea what it is because this is a scheduled post. So I’m flying blind here and have picked a random topic!


Today in 1970, the Royal Navy poured out the very last official ration of rum, ending a centuries-old tradition and giving the thirty-first of July the moniker of Black Tot Day.

The Royal Mail issued a stamp to commemorate this occasion, but numerous ratings held mock funeral ceremonies in commiseration!

One tradition that has survived is the singing of Don’t Forget Your Old Shipmate, still sung aboard surface ships and in Hollywood movies. Great scene in Master and Commander, but here are some salty old seadogs belting their hearts out.

All the nice girls love a sailor!

Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack.
Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack.
Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.
Don’t forget yer old shipmate, folly rolly, rolly, rolly, rye-eye-doe!

Since we sailed from Plymouth Sound, four years gone, or nigh, Jack.
Was there ever chummies, now, such as you and I, Jack?
Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.
Don’t forget yer old shipmate, folly rolly, rolly, rolly, rye-eye-doe!

We have worked the self-same gun, quarterdeck division.
Sponger I and loader you, through the whole commission.
Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.
Don’t forget yer old shipmate, folly rolly, rolly, rolly, rye-eye-doe!

Oftentimes have we laid out, toil nor danger fearing,
Tugging out the flapping sail to the weather earing.
Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.
Don’t forget yer old shipmate, folly rolly, rolly, rolly, rye-eye-doe!

When the middle watch was on, and the time went slow, boy,
Who could choose a rousing stave, who like Jack or Joe, boy?
Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.
Don’t forget yer old shipmate, folly rolly, rolly, rolly, rye-eye-doe!

There she swings, an empty hulk, not a soul below now.
Number seven starboard mess misses Jack and Joe now.
Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.
Don’t forget yer old shipmate, folly rolly, rolly, rolly, rye-eye-doe!

But the best of friends must part, fair or foul the weather.
Hand yer flipper for a shake, now a drink together.
Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.
Don’t forget yer old shipmate, folly rolly, rolly, rolly, rye-eye-doe!
Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.
Don’t forget yer old shipmate, folly rolly, rolly, rolly, rye-eye-doe!

Arranged by Jim Mageean

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