agripper Posted September 18, 2009 Share Posted September 18, 2009 Remember when I was in both the ATC and the RAF songs that where song whilst out and about. Remember a channel crossing back to camp in Germany when the 8 coaches of RAF and Army all together got to singing songs in the bar. Does anyone remember the lyrics for any of these songs. I can remeber some bits bit not the whole song. Ones that come to mind are the "Welsh miners" "Three dirty Germans in a tank" and the "Engineers song". Anyone have a copy of these song lyrics or what songs do you remember. Do rememebr one that went somthing along the lines of B*lls to all the officers dirty men but cant remeber anything else.:confused: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tony B Posted September 19, 2009 Share Posted September 19, 2009 The answers would have to be sent in a plain brown envelope! :cool2: There are plenty of sites on the net will give you the words. Most songs seem to have a very long history just slightly altered to fit the times. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David Ives Posted September 19, 2009 Share Posted September 19, 2009 try here http://www.geocities.com/bkoprowski/msongs.htm Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marmite!! Posted September 19, 2009 Share Posted September 19, 2009 "Blood on the Risers" He was just a cherry trooper and he surely shook with fright as he checked all his equipment and made sure his pack was tight He had to sit and listen to the awful engines roar, And he ain't gonna jump no more. CHORUS: Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die He ain’t gonna jump no more. “Is everybody happy?” cried the Sergeant, looking up. Our hero feebly answered “yes,” and then they stood him up. He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked. He ain’t gonna jump no more. CHORUS: Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die He ain’t gonna jump no more. He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock; He felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awful drop; He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out and wrapped around his legs. He ain’t gonna jump no more. CHORUS: Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die He ain’t gonna jump no more. The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome; The lines were snarled and tied in knots, around his skinny bones; The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground. He ain’t gonna jump no more. CHORUS: Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die He ain’t gonna jump no more. The days he’d lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind; He thought about the girl back home, the one he’d left behind; He thought about the medics and wondered what they’ed find. He ain’t gonna jump no more. CHORUS: Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die He ain’t gonna jump no more. The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild; The medics jumped and screamed with glee, they rolled their sleeves and smiled; For it had been a week or more since last a chute had failed. He ain’t gonna jump no more. CHORUS: Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die He ain’t gonna jump no more. He hit the ground, the sound was splat, his blood went spurting high; His comrades were then heard to say, “A helluve way to die”; He lay there rolling ‘round in the welter of his gore. He ain’t gonna jump no more. CHORUS: Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die He ain’t gonna jump no more. There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute; Intestines were a-dangling from this paratrooper’s boots; They picked him up, still in his chute and poured him from his boots. He ain’t gonna jump no more. CHORUS: Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die He ain’t gonna jump no more Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bodge Deep Posted September 19, 2009 Share Posted September 19, 2009 Somewhere I've got a the US WWII songbook which i'm sure has the engineers song (probably different from the UK one). I'll dig it out... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ArtistsRifles Posted September 19, 2009 Share Posted September 19, 2009 I remember my Dad singing a slightly different version of that to me when I was a very young boy back in the Sixties..... And Mum going ballistic at him for doing so... Never stopped him though..... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Degsy Posted September 19, 2009 Share Posted September 19, 2009 There was an RAF version that involved climbing a Hawker Hunter up to forty thousand feet. If anybody wants the words to The Engineer let me have your email address , not suitable for posting on here. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Topdog Posted September 19, 2009 Share Posted September 19, 2009 I suppose the words to Eskimo Nell would be picked up by the automatic censor...... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
79x100 Posted September 19, 2009 Share Posted September 19, 2009 I suppose the words to Eskimo Nell would be picked up by the automatic censor...... I think that you'd be lucky not to pick up something from Eskimo Nell. Anyone looking for similar lyrics could also Google "Abdul the Bulbul Emir" or "The Ball at Kirriemuir" Depravity of a level that you can't believe existed all those years ago, before sex was invented. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cpltomo Posted September 19, 2009 Share Posted September 19, 2009 The ones i remeber were "Tommy the cheshire yeoman" , "|The qutermasters stores" , "three german officers" and "driving through the snow in a black mercedes bend" But cant remeber the all the words Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tony B Posted September 19, 2009 Share Posted September 19, 2009 Ah happy days, carrying a bunch of slightly tired re-enactors through Hastings on one of my first outings with the Dodge. :-D Neevr dared go back since! For Great War songs a copy of Oh What A Lovley War is recommended. http://www.ww1photos.com/WW1MusicIndex.html Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AlienFTM Posted September 22, 2009 Share Posted September 22, 2009 I don't profess to ever having heard all the lyrics to any of these: sung at a jirga (Indian word for an assembly as used by the cavalry: others use the more mundane "smoker"). 15/19H had its own traditional sit-around-the-fire-at-a-jirga song. Sadly I think the fashion was dying by the time I served. The tune is best described as being like the original 1950s theme to Grandstand (which comes from the same stable as Sports Report on Radio 5 at 5pm on a Saturday afternoon) except that where Grandstand rises toward the end of each line, 15/19H does not. We are the galloping 5 and 9s We are the galloping 5 and 9s Every man in the squadron is willing to do or die-ie-ie-ie We are the galloping 5 and 9s And we're next to the Navy on the sea If it wasn't for the galloping 5 and 9s boy, where on earth (or similar) would the army be? Mi-i-iles behind the lines (shovelling shhhh) Mi-i-iles behind the lines (shovelling shhhh) If we catch the barstewards bending, we'll make the barstewards run Some miles behind the lines. I think every unit had its take on Lily Marlene (or The D-Day Dodgers if you will) Gannin' along the Autobahn at 50 miles an hour We are the 15th/19th, we are a flipping shower We can't change up and we can't change down The gearbox is in but it's the wrong way round We are the 15th/19th, we are a flipping shower. Early Monday morning, squadron on parade Sergeant Major sings out the squaddies' serenade Then some silly barsteward shouts "Right Dress!" You should have seen, the flipping mess We are the 15th/19th, we are a flipping shower Then there is Old King Cole. Again, modify to fit your regiment or corps. Old King Col was a merry old soul and he called for his Troopers three. Now every Trooper was a very fine Trooper and a very fine Trooper was he. "Come and have a beer with me," said the Troopers. "Merry, merry men are we. "There's none so fair as can compare with the boys of the RAC." ... he called for his Corporals three. Now every Corporal was a very fine Corporal and a very fine Corporal was he. "deff-dight-deff-dight-deff," said the Corporals. "Merry, merry men are we. "There's none so fair as can compare with the boys of the RAC." ... he called for his Sergeants three. Now every Sergeant was a very fine Sergeant and a very fine Sergeant was he. "Move to the right in threes," said the Sergeants. "Merry, merry men are we. "There's none so fair as can compare with the boys of the RAC." ... he called for his Rodneys three. Now every Rodney was a very fine Rodney and a very fine Rodney was he. "We know all the guard," said the Rodneys*. "Merry, merry men are we. "There's none so fair as can compare with the boys of the RAC." ... he called for his Majors three. Now every Major was a very fine Major and a very fine Major was he. "Shine my boots and spurs," said the Majors. "Merry, merry men are we. "There's none so fair as can compare with the boys of the RAC." ... he called for his Colonels three. Now every Colonel was a very fine Colonel and a very fine Colonel was he. "Who's for a round of golf?" said the Colonels. "Merry, merry men are we. "There's none so fair as can compare with the boys of the RAC." ... he called for his Generals three. Now every General was a very fine General and a very fine General was he. "The army's gone to pot," said the Generals. "Merry, merry men are we. "There's none so fair as can compare with the boys of the RAC." ---ooo0ooo--- * Apparently indicating that Rodney gets so many extra Orderly Officer duties from the Adjutant for being a lad that he gets to mount the guard every other night. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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