{"id":450,"date":"2010-07-13T20:37:37","date_gmt":"2010-07-14T01:37:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/?p=450"},"modified":"2018-11-30T13:52:32","modified_gmt":"2018-11-30T19:52:32","slug":"the-old-red-duster","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/the-old-red-duster\/","title":{"rendered":"The Old Red Duster"},"content":{"rendered":"

Written by John Archbold who was a member of the Toronto Morris Men singing round the campfire at the Martitme Festival at Penetanguishene a few (now more than a few!) years back. The song is based mostly on his father’s experiences at sea.<\/p>\n

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  1. Now it’s many’s the day since I first sailed away
    \nWith my new cap and jacket so clean
    \nNo bacon and eggs ’til I got my sea legs
    \n‘Twas my first trip, O Lord I was green.
    \nChorus<\/em>:
    \nOh that Old Red Duster on a tramp or a liner
    \nThere’ll be no ‘Pussar Navy’ for me
    \nYou can keep your salutes and your spit polished boots,
    \nIt’s the Old Red Duster for me.<\/li>\n
  2. Now in many’s the ship I’ve made many’s the trip
    \n‘Cross oceans and seas calm and wild
    \nAnd in ports near and far I’ve been flung from the bar
    \nAnd it’s many’s the young girl beguiled.<\/li>\n
  3. I was pulled from the pool, I was nobody’s fool
    \n‘Twas the jaunt up to Murmansk for me.
    \nBut The Union said, No, as a fourth he can’t go’
    \nIt’s The Union forever for me.<\/li>\n
  4. Now you know this old tramp’s got a foc’sle that’s damp
    \nHer plates are half sprung and they leak
    \nThe food’s always bad and the skipper’s gone mad
    \nAnd those bastards the owners are cheap.<\/li>\n
  5. Well I’ve sweated and slaved at that engine I’ve raved
    \nNursing this cripple along
    \nHer glands they’re a-weeping and her pumps they’re a creakin’
    \nAnd at six knots she’s racing along.<\/li>\n
  6. I’ve been down in the hole in the dust and the coal
    \nAll day and all night as well.
    \nAnd when my end’s near I’ll go without fear
    \nFor I know it’s been hotter than Hell!<\/li>\n
  7. So now you all know why the true sailors go
    \nMerchant seamen to be
    \nAnd if you want any more like what’s come before
    \nYou can bloody well sing it to me.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    Written by John Archbold who was a member of the Toronto Morris Men singing round the campfire at the Martitme Festival at Penetanguishene a few (now more than a few!) years back. The song is based mostly on his father’s experiences at sea. Now it’s many’s the day since I first sailed away With my…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,13],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/450"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=450"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/450\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=450"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=450"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=450"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}