Circus
Songbook
Those were the days
by AMD
written by AMD who sat in the cafe at Ranworth feeding the juke box with sixpenny pieces until he got it all right. Chorus was written by Morgan's secretary and it was found to fit the music perfectly.
written by AMD who sat in the cafe at Ranworth feeding the juke box with sixpenny pieces until he got it all right. Chorus was written by Morgan's secretary and it was found to fit the music perfectly.
Once upon a time there was a Commy,
Used to run a useless Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels cruise.
Remember how we waited at the station,
And dreamed of all the sailing we would do?
Chorus:
Those were the days my friend,
We thought they'd never end.
We sailed and quanted every single day.
We moored our boats on the lees,
We ripped our sails on the trees,
And when we tacked, we always lost our way.
La, la, la, la (twelve times)
La, la, la, la (twelve times)
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days.
Then a motor launch went rushing by us,
We lost our dinghy on this sunny day.
If by chance you see it floating by you,
Just hitch it on and tow it back our way.
Now Docco went to shoot the bridge at Potter,
'Lower mast' he called out as he sailed.
But his face got red and then got hotter,
For to get it down his foolish crewmen failed.
And now our Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels cruise is nearly ended,
Tomorrow will be quite a different day.
But when our homeward way we all have wended,
Whatever happens we shall always say:
Used to run a useless Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels cruise.
Remember how we waited at the station,
And dreamed of all the sailing we would do?
Chorus:
Those were the days my friend,
We thought they'd never end.
We sailed and quanted every single day.
We moored our boats on the lees,
We ripped our sails on the trees,
And when we tacked, we always lost our way.
La, la, la, la (twelve times)
La, la, la, la (twelve times)
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days.
Then a motor launch went rushing by us,
We lost our dinghy on this sunny day.
If by chance you see it floating by you,
Just hitch it on and tow it back our way.
Now Docco went to shoot the bridge at Potter,
'Lower mast' he called out as he sailed.
But his face got red and then got hotter,
For to get it down his foolish crewmen failed.
And now our Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels cruise is nearly ended,
Tomorrow will be quite a different day.
But when our homeward way we all have wended,
Whatever happens we shall always say: