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This hero ballad was the Ringo track on our
peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/album/not-quite-the-kings-shilling-ep
(a reminder of the shanty form Kate Rusby deconstructs on 'Cruel') but it's not quite the 'Not Quite' mood so it's here as a standalone track. The tune is based on an old Liverpool shanty (brilliantly disguised by Admiral James Paul McCartney as a psychedelic pop song) which I'm sure all members of our island nation will recognise with a shiver of pride.
This hero ballad was the Ringo track on our
peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/album/not-quite-the-kings-shilling-ep
(a reminder of the shanty form Kate Rusby deconstructs on 'Cruel') but it's not quite the 'Not Quite' mood so it's here as a standalone track. The tune is based on an old Liverpool shanty (brilliantly disguised by Admiral James Paul McCartney as a psychedelic pop song) which I'm sure all members of our island nation will recognise with a shiver of pride.
lyrics
Our Admiral’s head it has one eye
Heave away! Heave away!
His empty sleeve’s the flag we fly.
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
He hunted polar bears, the lad
Heave away! Heave away!
‘To fetch a white rug to my dad.’
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
Mosquitoes bit him half to death:
Heave away! Heave away!
‘I’ll die a hero’s life instead’
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
Heave away Horatio’s boys
Heave away! Heave away!
Heave away and make a Victory noise
We're gone tomorrow but we're here today.
Off Corsica, his eye foresworn,
Heave away! Heave away!
‘I got a little hurt this morn.’
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
Off Cape St Vincent, breaking ranks,
Heave away! Heave away!
He won the day and England’s thanks.
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
Our king’s right hand at Santa Cruz;
Heave away! Heave away!
A night to seize; an arm to lose.
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
Heave away Horatio’s boys
Heave away! Heave away!
Heave away and make a Victory noise
We're gone tomorrow but we're here today.
‘A peerage or Westminster crypt!’
Heave away! Heave away!
He sinks the French from here to Egypt
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
‘You’ll discontinue!’ flagged his Admiral.
Heave away! Heave away!
‘My blind eye does not see your signal!’
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
‘Redoubtable’ sharpshooters spy him
Heave away! Heave away!
‘They’ve done for me at last. I’m dying.’
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
Heave away Horatio’s boys
Heave away! Heave away!
Heave away and make a Victory noise
We're gone tomorrow but we're here today.
Heave away Horatio’s boys
Heave away! Heave away!
Heave away and make a Victory noise
We're heroes tomorrow but we're gone today.
Heave away! Heave away!
His empty sleeve’s the flag we fly.
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
He hunted polar bears, the lad
Heave away! Heave away!
‘To fetch a white rug to my dad.’
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
Mosquitoes bit him half to death:
Heave away! Heave away!
‘I’ll die a hero’s life instead’
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
Heave away Horatio’s boys
Heave away! Heave away!
Heave away and make a Victory noise
We're gone tomorrow but we're here today.
Off Corsica, his eye foresworn,
Heave away! Heave away!
‘I got a little hurt this morn.’
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
Off Cape St Vincent, breaking ranks,
Heave away! Heave away!
He won the day and England’s thanks.
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
Our king’s right hand at Santa Cruz;
Heave away! Heave away!
A night to seize; an arm to lose.
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
Heave away Horatio’s boys
Heave away! Heave away!
Heave away and make a Victory noise
We're gone tomorrow but we're here today.
‘A peerage or Westminster crypt!’
Heave away! Heave away!
He sinks the French from here to Egypt
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
‘You’ll discontinue!’ flagged his Admiral.
Heave away! Heave away!
‘My blind eye does not see your signal!’
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
‘Redoubtable’ sharpshooters spy him
Heave away! Heave away!
‘They’ve done for me at last. I’m dying.’
‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.
Heave away Horatio’s boys
Heave away! Heave away!
Heave away and make a Victory noise
We're gone tomorrow but we're here today.
Heave away Horatio’s boys
Heave away! Heave away!
Heave away and make a Victory noise
We're heroes tomorrow but we're gone today.
credits
released April 14, 2022
Thanks to Warwick J as always for the musical advice. COYB.
Carola Oman's massive tome "Nelson' was my main reading for this and each verse distils an enormous amount of meticulously considered biography. Introducing it (and the entire Doin Different combined arts project) with a brief summary of Nelson's character at a folk club, I was infuriated to hear a smug guitarist in the third row chunter "Wikipedia' like he had my number.
Thanks to Warwick J as always for the musical advice. COYB.
Carola Oman's massive tome "Nelson' was my main reading for this and each verse distils an enormous amount of meticulously considered biography. Introducing it (and the entire Doin Different combined arts project) with a brief summary of Nelson's character at a folk club, I was infuriated to hear a smug guitarist in the third row chunter "Wikipedia' like he had my number.
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