Old sailor tune
Roll the old chariot along repeated three times while we all hang on behind.
Then a short verse a drop of drop of “Nelson’s Blood wouldn’t do us any harm”, or ‘a plate of irish stew’ or ‘a night on the town,’ all repeated three then the coras.
Well was at Ft Charters this weekend. Friday night was the single worse weather I ever went through at an event.
Now I’ve been out at night when it was kissing 0 degrees f, and rain that turned the field in to a mud wrestling pit.
So hot gun barrels drooped and eggs were pre cooked when you cracked them.
Had a tornado go over the camp ( camp of the big sucking wind) and snow in May
But the wind that came through Charters was hellish. ( it spawned a bunch of tornados and destruction along its path.) Saturday morning I had to set my pots right in the fire to heat enough for tea and grits.
Saturday afternoon wind died and Sunday as I was packing up was as pretty as a day one could hope for in spring.
But Friday night will live in my memory….I thought.
Now now in hind sight all I recall is how good the camp looked, every one dressed out in cold weather gear, great coats,cloaks,match coats, capotes, all looked so good. Snow packs and wooden shoes, high lows every where you looked. Knit hats, and Canadian caps graced every head.
Travern night was a blast
While I drank more than I should I certainly stayed sober enough to drive and not be arrested if I had to. But I got more than one kiss from Nancy whiskey and studied on the blessings of barley.
What’s that got to do with the sailors shanty?
Well as I look back on the worse weather of any camp ever my memory is the good fellowship, the wonderful sights, tge smell of campfires, wet wool, and bubbling pots, the laughter and joy
Worse weather
Well
A drop of rum
Will erase that memory
A drop of rum will
erase that memory
A drop of rum
Will erase that memory
And we’ll all hang on behind
And we’ll roll the old
Chariot along…..
Roll the old chariot along repeated three times while we all hang on behind.
Then a short verse a drop of drop of “Nelson’s Blood wouldn’t do us any harm”, or ‘a plate of irish stew’ or ‘a night on the town,’ all repeated three then the coras.
Well was at Ft Charters this weekend. Friday night was the single worse weather I ever went through at an event.
Now I’ve been out at night when it was kissing 0 degrees f, and rain that turned the field in to a mud wrestling pit.
So hot gun barrels drooped and eggs were pre cooked when you cracked them.
Had a tornado go over the camp ( camp of the big sucking wind) and snow in May
But the wind that came through Charters was hellish. ( it spawned a bunch of tornados and destruction along its path.) Saturday morning I had to set my pots right in the fire to heat enough for tea and grits.
Saturday afternoon wind died and Sunday as I was packing up was as pretty as a day one could hope for in spring.
But Friday night will live in my memory….I thought.
Now now in hind sight all I recall is how good the camp looked, every one dressed out in cold weather gear, great coats,cloaks,match coats, capotes, all looked so good. Snow packs and wooden shoes, high lows every where you looked. Knit hats, and Canadian caps graced every head.
Travern night was a blast
While I drank more than I should I certainly stayed sober enough to drive and not be arrested if I had to. But I got more than one kiss from Nancy whiskey and studied on the blessings of barley.
What’s that got to do with the sailors shanty?
Well as I look back on the worse weather of any camp ever my memory is the good fellowship, the wonderful sights, tge smell of campfires, wet wool, and bubbling pots, the laughter and joy
Worse weather
Well
A drop of rum
Will erase that memory
A drop of rum will
erase that memory
A drop of rum
Will erase that memory
And we’ll all hang on behind
And we’ll roll the old
Chariot along…..
