Crew Offerings
SY Ghost
Tim and Clare Hagon
Sat 27 Dec 2014 12:02
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Alan has surely missed his vocation:
To the tune of “These Foolish Things”
Supper at eight knots –it’s sashimi tuna
If we shake out a reef we’ll get there sooner
Oh! How the ratchets sings
These foolish things, remind me of GHOST
GHOST sober sailing in the Indian Ocean
Diluted fruit juice is our only potion
We dream of four large gins
These foolish things, remind me of GHOST
We’re making ten knots – breeze is up the chuffer
There’s Alpheratz up wind come on let’s luff
her
This flying boat has wings
These foolish things remind me of
GHOST
with apologies to Eric Maschwitz
To the tune of “Teddy Bear’s Picnic”
If you go out in the ARC today
You better just watch the breeze
If you go out in the ARC today
You’ll tack and grind, trim and ease,
For every wind that ever there was
Will blow today for certain because
Today’s the day we Granny Gybe in the ocean.
Yachting time for Tim and Clare
They love to charge along but all of the pain they share
As night descends the crew go on watch and those two go to bed
Because they’re tired little Tim and
Clare
with apologies to Jimmy
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