Post by Administrator on Nov 6, 2020 2:42:15 GMT
Stolen Life.
Not much to tell really of an early life,
Never had a real girl friend, to young to take a wife.
Joined a ship at Barry Dock, then the Gateway to the world,
The other day left School, much more to unfold.
Others were a bit younger, others seemed quite old,
They became my ship mate’s, most had hearts of gold.
Some at first were scary and every thing was new,
Some tattooed and hairy, motley seemed the crew.
The ship was like my mother, master like my dad,
The sailors like my brothers, best times I ever had.
Leaving Barry Roads behind, headed out the channel.
Steam up now, our good ship billowed from her funnel.
To tell in seconds of our trips and we journeyed far,
I cannot do all justice, but - I became a tar.
I listened to the old men and learned a lot from all.
My dream of becoming a master, cut short by this war.
Did return a few times, always a gift for mam,
Trinkets from the tropics, one for dear old gran.
Would sit and tell the children of the foreign shores,
From Blighty and the Americas . the Horn or the Azores.
We often sailed wary of those that would do us harm.
So far we had been lucky, most were false alarms.
I plan to be home for Christmas, with the ones I love,
Suddenly all hell broke loose, the Luftwaffe from above.
We had to help feed a Nation, to halt our people starve,
Many were lost to gunfire in that nights air attack.
The morning saw this lady still steaming, close to the Algarve,
Many friends were lost that night, but hope was we’d get back.
Before this war is over, I plan to command a ship,
Of our Merchant Navy and help more to do my bit.
A tin fish from down below, has ruined all my plans.
Stolen my life and that of all hands.
Mum and dad I tried my best to help keep our country free,
I am now gone, but helped to feed and to arm our military,
I hope that in my short life, I have elongated yours,
And. that of loved ones and a country I adored.
I hope that what we attempted will always be remembered.
By one amongst the many, lost to this world, please remember us and our stolen lives.
KG.
Molly v "Tin Fish".
Always dreamed to travel, thought’s - were of the air,
I walked hand in hand with Molly, we did not have a care.
So fast had I left school and to sea I went,
Molly was my sweetheart, my future wife intent.
Molly was my Dolly and thoughts were of a wedded life,
I had no thought of dying or Tin Fish causing strife.
My Country needed feeding, our forces needed arms,
I left port the first time: all thoughts were of my Molly’s charms.
I had hoped to be flying, dog fights in the air,
had no thought of dying and though I was aware.
Age was against me, although my thoughts were tough,
I went to sea to do my bit, for the air not old enough.
As the days were over and turned more into years,
all thoughts were of Molly and her lonely tears.
Thank God for education, that my Mol could write,
that every destination, I could read her every fright.
Often, I would tell her of the Tin Fish plight,
an enemy torpedo, that missed again tonight,
An enemy Wolf Pack, that meant to do us harm.
remembering our love pact and my Molly’s charm.
Would tell her I would be home soon.
We would have tinned fish, for tea,
it never, did tarnish, Mol, my mum or dad or me.
but, never would a Tin Fish, halt me back to sea.
Though my life is over and the war is won,
my Mol did find a nice guy, they care now for my son.
Though my life is over am sad for dear old Mol.
She’d love to add a tribute near where the seagulls squall
But, there was a war on, my country sought my life.
never spared a thought the Hun would lose my wife.
Now my Mol is elderly, Tin Fish they have gone ?
Where can she lay down bouquets to those before, now gone.
Mol, has found a tribute at London’s, Tower Hill,
where a sea of ensigns, remember the many still.
Although she lives quite local and visits on her way,
She always pays tribute on our own Merchant Navy Day.
Molly, no longer can face the tinned sardines,
we were lost to the Tin Fish, but remembered here with in.
Trinity Square Gardens remembers those still in our dreams.
Molly, I did love you always in my life,
not overjoyed with U-boats that robbed me of my wife.
Thank you for the memory of a better life,
glad your not Germanic, as would have been your life.
Had we stayed as lovers and never entered the fray,
we may have lost more brothers and more would have gone away.
If for now you live your life as was meant to be,
always sad when you shed a tear, though it was meant to be.
Just so pleased, to see you with others that remember, amongst
my fellow sailors in tribute and in honour. in our floral gardens,
so different from the sea. I am so pleased that you at least remember,
the young chap that loved you not only in September.
KG.
"Tin Fsh"
At that time the submarine blockade, which was intended to bring Great Britain to her knees, was in full swing, and the constant fear of the ocean traveller was the making of the unwelcome acquaintance of a torpedo, or "tin fish", as that death-dealer was familiarly known.
Tin Fish , tin fish meaning , definition of tin fish , what is tin fish - slang for a torpedo.
Not much to tell really of an early life,
Never had a real girl friend, to young to take a wife.
Joined a ship at Barry Dock, then the Gateway to the world,
The other day left School, much more to unfold.
Others were a bit younger, others seemed quite old,
They became my ship mate’s, most had hearts of gold.
Some at first were scary and every thing was new,
Some tattooed and hairy, motley seemed the crew.
The ship was like my mother, master like my dad,
The sailors like my brothers, best times I ever had.
Leaving Barry Roads behind, headed out the channel.
Steam up now, our good ship billowed from her funnel.
To tell in seconds of our trips and we journeyed far,
I cannot do all justice, but - I became a tar.
I listened to the old men and learned a lot from all.
My dream of becoming a master, cut short by this war.
Did return a few times, always a gift for mam,
Trinkets from the tropics, one for dear old gran.
Would sit and tell the children of the foreign shores,
From Blighty and the Americas . the Horn or the Azores.
We often sailed wary of those that would do us harm.
So far we had been lucky, most were false alarms.
I plan to be home for Christmas, with the ones I love,
Suddenly all hell broke loose, the Luftwaffe from above.
We had to help feed a Nation, to halt our people starve,
Many were lost to gunfire in that nights air attack.
The morning saw this lady still steaming, close to the Algarve,
Many friends were lost that night, but hope was we’d get back.
Before this war is over, I plan to command a ship,
Of our Merchant Navy and help more to do my bit.
A tin fish from down below, has ruined all my plans.
Stolen my life and that of all hands.
Mum and dad I tried my best to help keep our country free,
I am now gone, but helped to feed and to arm our military,
I hope that in my short life, I have elongated yours,
And. that of loved ones and a country I adored.
I hope that what we attempted will always be remembered.
By one amongst the many, lost to this world, please remember us and our stolen lives.
KG.
Molly v "Tin Fish".
Always dreamed to travel, thought’s - were of the air,
I walked hand in hand with Molly, we did not have a care.
So fast had I left school and to sea I went,
Molly was my sweetheart, my future wife intent.
Molly was my Dolly and thoughts were of a wedded life,
I had no thought of dying or Tin Fish causing strife.
My Country needed feeding, our forces needed arms,
I left port the first time: all thoughts were of my Molly’s charms.
I had hoped to be flying, dog fights in the air,
had no thought of dying and though I was aware.
Age was against me, although my thoughts were tough,
I went to sea to do my bit, for the air not old enough.
As the days were over and turned more into years,
all thoughts were of Molly and her lonely tears.
Thank God for education, that my Mol could write,
that every destination, I could read her every fright.
Often, I would tell her of the Tin Fish plight,
an enemy torpedo, that missed again tonight,
An enemy Wolf Pack, that meant to do us harm.
remembering our love pact and my Molly’s charm.
Would tell her I would be home soon.
We would have tinned fish, for tea,
it never, did tarnish, Mol, my mum or dad or me.
but, never would a Tin Fish, halt me back to sea.
Though my life is over and the war is won,
my Mol did find a nice guy, they care now for my son.
Though my life is over am sad for dear old Mol.
She’d love to add a tribute near where the seagulls squall
But, there was a war on, my country sought my life.
never spared a thought the Hun would lose my wife.
Now my Mol is elderly, Tin Fish they have gone ?
Where can she lay down bouquets to those before, now gone.
Mol, has found a tribute at London’s, Tower Hill,
where a sea of ensigns, remember the many still.
Although she lives quite local and visits on her way,
She always pays tribute on our own Merchant Navy Day.
Molly, no longer can face the tinned sardines,
we were lost to the Tin Fish, but remembered here with in.
Trinity Square Gardens remembers those still in our dreams.
Molly, I did love you always in my life,
not overjoyed with U-boats that robbed me of my wife.
Thank you for the memory of a better life,
glad your not Germanic, as would have been your life.
Had we stayed as lovers and never entered the fray,
we may have lost more brothers and more would have gone away.
If for now you live your life as was meant to be,
always sad when you shed a tear, though it was meant to be.
Just so pleased, to see you with others that remember, amongst
my fellow sailors in tribute and in honour. in our floral gardens,
so different from the sea. I am so pleased that you at least remember,
the young chap that loved you not only in September.
KG.
"Tin Fsh"
At that time the submarine blockade, which was intended to bring Great Britain to her knees, was in full swing, and the constant fear of the ocean traveller was the making of the unwelcome acquaintance of a torpedo, or "tin fish", as that death-dealer was familiarly known.
Tin Fish , tin fish meaning , definition of tin fish , what is tin fish - slang for a torpedo.