Seems like an appropriate time for a re-issue of this particular seasonal classic #rowinglyrics
FAIRYTALE OF BARNES BRIDGE (with apologies to The Pogues)
It was Scullers Head babe
On the Tideway
An old man said to me, please spin around this buoy
And then he told me just
To tap it round on red
I turned my boat away
And checked my gate threads
Got in the tidal stream
Steering just like a dream
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So keep the rate up
I love you baby
I can see our quickest times
When all our dreams come true
They've got tides from all sides
They've got rivers of poo
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the new
When you first booked me in
For a cold Scullers Head
You promised a
Pennant was waiting, you said
You were handsome
You were pretty
On the social committee
When the crew finished erging
You howled out for more
The first eight was jumping,
And the weights they were pumping
We kissed in a corner
Then trained through the night
The buoys on the Fairway’s starboard side
Were warning “Look ahead"
And the yells were ringing out
At Scullers Head
You can’t scull
You can’t steer
You will hit Chiswick Pier
Lying there just afloat in that heap of a boat
You scumbag, you dipshit
You cheap usless fuckwit
Move over you moron
Get off of my line
The buoys on the Fairway’s starboard side
Were warning “Look ahead"
And the yells were ringing out
At Scullers Head
I could have gone and won
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first steered you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my crew around you
The buoys on the Fairway’s starboard side
Were warning “Look ahead"
And the yells were ringing out
At Scullers Head
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A special new entry, written just for @ThamesTradesmen. About as much practical use as 'Thoughts & Prayers' of course but if it only raises a smile... #rowinglyrics#rowingfamily
THE ROW MUST GO ON (with apologies to Queen)
Empty boat racks, what are we training for?
Abandoned races, I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know who we are looking for?
Another zero, another faceless man
Behind the curtain, of the ‘masterplan’
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore?
The row must go on
The row must go on, yeah
Inside my heart is breaking
My boat club may be flaking
But my smile still stays on