Saturday, August 04, 2007

Seafair in Seattle & lyrics to the old folk song: What Do We Do With A Drunken Sailor



It's Seafair week in Seattle. When I was young, this was the event of the year: The Torchlight Parade, The Greenwood Parade, The Pirates landing at Alki Beach, and, of course, the hydroplane races, and, in later years. the appearance of the Blue Angels flying all over town in formation.

This is the week the Navy arrives too. You still see sailors walking around town once in a while, but during Seafair, the fleet comes in, usually several ships and submarines, and you see hundreds of sailors in dress whites looking for------------well, who knows what? Seeing one of the big ships reminds me of this folk song we used to sing in school and Boy Scouts. I doubt if it is much sung anymore due to political correctness considerations.


What Shall We Do With The Drunken Sailor


What Shall we do with the Drunken Sailor
What shall we do with the drunken sailor
What shall we do with the drunken sailor
What shall we do with the drunken sailor
Early in the morning?

Hoo-ray and up she rises
Hoo-ray and up she rises
Hoo-ray and up she rises
Early in the morning

Shake him take him try to wake him . .
Shake him take him try to wake him . .
Early in the morning

Give him lashings with a rope end ..
Bathe his wounds with salty water . .
Sling him in the long boat till he's sober . .
Pull out the plug and wet him all over . .
Put him below until he's sober . .
Get a hose and wet him all over . .
Shave his tummy with a rusty razor . .
Send him up the crow's nest until he falls down . .

That's what we'll do with the drunken sailor
That's what we'll do with the drunken sailor
Early in the morning.
---o0o---

2 comments:

Dean Ericksen said...

Jack-
I assume that you and Kee are doing the adopt-a-sailor program again this year. You guys never seem to tire of supporting the troops, and it's hard to tell that the resulting videos are home-made.

Soldier-on!

Keekee Brummet said...

Well, Dean, it's easy to hurl brickbats from your cozy perch, living in luxury in Nicaragua. But in fact, nearly all of the sailors I have met during this particular Seafair have asked about you. "Whatever happened to that handsome Nordic brother-in-law of yours? He was so limber!"