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Gone Is The Skipper
to the tune of 'Poor Old Joe'
Gone is the Skipper, he fell into the Bure.
Gone is the Mate, and now we're two the fewer.
Gone is the Bos'un, he had his gumboots on.
But our Sabrina's lusty lads to quant the boat along.
Chorus:
I'm quanting, I'm quanting, my head is bending low.
I hear their gentle voices calling, "Quanter Joe".
Gone is the mast, the bowsprit and forestay.
Gone is the jib, the mainsail's blown away.
Gone is the boom, it wasn't over strong.
But our Sabrina's lusty lads to row the boat along.
Gone is the hatch, and gone's the cabin top.
Gone is the tiller, the crutches and mop.
Gone is the dinghy, you might think all was wrong.
But our Sabrina's lusty lads to tow the boat along.
Last Chorus:
I'm quanting, I'm quanting, my head is bending low.
I hear their gentle voices calling, "Want a tow?".
Gone is the Mate, and now we're two the fewer.
Gone is the Bos'un, he had his gumboots on.
But our Sabrina's lusty lads to quant the boat along.
Chorus:
I'm quanting, I'm quanting, my head is bending low.
I hear their gentle voices calling, "Quanter Joe".
Gone is the mast, the bowsprit and forestay.
Gone is the jib, the mainsail's blown away.
Gone is the boom, it wasn't over strong.
But our Sabrina's lusty lads to row the boat along.
Gone is the hatch, and gone's the cabin top.
Gone is the tiller, the crutches and mop.
Gone is the dinghy, you might think all was wrong.
But our Sabrina's lusty lads to tow the boat along.
Last Chorus:
I'm quanting, I'm quanting, my head is bending low.
I hear their gentle voices calling, "Want a tow?".