In his isolation and inability to move and his one good arm
For cannot fend the blighters off
Nor parry for fear of reprisal
What might that be?
What more can they do to me?
I don't have to eat more mash do I?
When I don't want it
From that soggy mushy pile
I cannot even comment on controverial things
Which means almost everything
For fear of ...... well you know
Reprisal will mean attitude or demeanour
Or withdrawl
Or no more razors allowed
This or that isn't deemed good for me any more
By others
I have no say
I just nod
Don't upset them now Jim
They are in charge of everything
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I have seen the fear in his eyes, when money is mentioned
It's the way a cornered frightened animal looks, when cornered and about to be dispatched by his pursuers.
Them bloody eye ties(unfinished)
Yer ancient submariner sits somewhere, N'vember’s poppy day
In an ‘ouse he bought on is own 'count
Done the war and return from his fray
Tells lies and will curse you right quietly, ‘ Twasn’t like this in them days
Them eye ties near got us that Sundi’
'The bastards the cowards' he’ll say
‘They did for the Fernie the frigate, put an 'ole in mi ‘gin room that night
Snook out from Musala the wops did
In the dark, they weren’t ready to fight’
Zip through warm waters the fish flew, There weren’t not a sound we could hear
Their boats w'just rubber and wooden
With the fish mounted forward like spears
My thumpers were blasted all over, inch hot steel shred right thru’ the glare
Shards killed Tim 'n' ‘Enry right off
Course the plates of the side let in air
Med water poured in like the clappers, and the pumps couldn’t cope with it all
We slav'd ‘ard with big buckets to bale it
‘Neath black smoke which came on us in palls
I reached down and collared blonde Nicky,
Nigh sixteen the boy looked if that
Then 'e drowned in black diesel poor bugger
Was lots of ‘em didn’t get back
‘Ave ye’ been on the tipple me old duck?’, says the old dear in red kneeling down
‘A good night was it me darlin'?
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As I lay with my bike on the ground
It clutches an' grabs at me chest, it skews and it turns and it jabs
I can manage a rubbery gurgle
Then they hurt as they lift me and grab
In this old chair I fight at near ninety, torn and broken these days you might sigh
Yet a strength in my spirit from Fernie
Is still 'ere ..... and t’will be
- ‘til my poppy day dies
HMS Fernie or another ship of Dad’s did get hit. He lost mates in those days. His sub was HMS Albatross I think, he has different names for it and never talks about WW2 really, he dislikes the thoughts of it I think, and I understand, except for the Italians, and he'll mention them with venom if he does. He will say some things to confuse though.
Well they confuse me!
Perhaps they're designed to!
It's bloody allowed 'ent it?
Fernie was a Type I, Hunt-class Escort Destroyer built in 1939 in Scotland
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