Canadian song about the Gunners

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  1. msr

    msr LE

    Our CO

    Was a merry old soul

    And a merry old soul was he;

    He called for his wife

    In the middle of the night

    And he called for his gunners three.

    "Beer, beer beer" said the gunners

    Merry old men are we;

    Oh, there's none so rare

    As can compare

    With the Field Artillery.


    Our CO

    Was a merry old soul

    And a merry old soul was he;

    He called for his wife

    In the middle of the night

    And he called for his Bombers three.

    "Left, right, left, right, left" said the Bombers

    "Beer, beer, beer" said the gunners

    Merry old men are we;

    Oh, there's none so rare

    As can compare

    With the Field Artillery.


    Our CO

    Was a merry old soul

    And a merry old soul was he;

    He called for his wife

    In the middle of the night

    And he called for his Sergeants three.

    "Turn to the Right in Threes", said the Sergeants

    "Left, right, left, right, left" said the Bombers

    "Beer, beer, beer" said the gunners

    Merry old men are we;

    Oh, there's none so rare

    As can compare

    With the Field Artillery.


    Our CO

    Was a merry old soul

    And a merry old soul was he;

    He called for his wife

    In the middle of the night

    And he called for his Warrants three.

    "Put that man on charge", said the Warrants

    "Turn to the Right in Threes", said the Sergeants

    "Left, right, left, right, left" said the Bombers

    "Beer, beer, beer" said the gunners

    Merry old men are we;

    Oh, there's none so rare

    As can compare

    With the Field Artillery.



    Our CO

    Was a merry old soul

    And a merry old soul was he;

    He called for his wife

    In the middle of the night

    And he called for his Lieu-ees three.

    "We take all the shit", said the Lieu-ees

    "Put that man on charge", said the Warrants

    "Turn to the Right in Threes", said the Sergeants

    "Left, right, left, right, left" said the Bombers

    "Beer, beer, beer" said the gunners

    Merry old men are we;

    Oh, there's none so rare

    As can compare

    With the Field Artillery.



    Our CO

    Was a merry old soul

    And a merry old soul was he;

    He called for his wife

    In the middle of the night

    And he called for his Captains three.

    "We do all the work" said the Captains

    "We take all the shit", said the Lieu-ees

    "Put that man on charge", said the Warrants

    "Turn to the Right in Threes", said the Sergeants

    "Left, right, left, right, left" said the Bombers

    "Beer, beer, beer" said the gunners

    Merry old men are we;

    Oh, there's none so rare

    As can compare

    With the Field Artillery.




    Our CO

    Was a merry old soul

    And a merry old soul was he;

    He called for his wife

    In the middle of the night

    And he called for his Majors three.

    "We drink all the pay", said the Majors

    "We do all the work" said the Captains

    "We take all the shit", said the Lieu-ees

    "Put that man on charge", said the Warrants

    "Turn to the Right in Threes", said the Sergeants

    "Left, right, left, right, left" said the Bombers

    "Beer, beer, beer" said the gunners

    Merry old men are we;

    Oh, there's none so rare

    As can compare

    With the Field Artillery.


    UBIQUE!!
     
  2. The RA version I remember:

    Old King Cole was a bugger for his hole

    And a bugger for his hole was he;

    He called for his wife

    In the middle of the night

    And he called for his Gunners three.

    "Beer, beer beer" said the Gunners

    Come and have a drink on me;

    Oh, there's none so rare

    As can compare

    With the Royal Artillery.


    Old King Cole was a bugger for his hole

    And a bugger for his hole was he;

    He called for his wife

    In the middle of the night

    And he called for his Bombardiers three.

    "Left, right, left, right, left" said the Bombardiers

    "Beer, beer, beer" said the Gunners

    Come and have a drink on me;

    Oh, there's none so rare

    As can compare

    With the Royal Artillery


    etc, etc, etc....
     
  3. I seem to remember an old version of this that was very popular in the 16th century it went as follows:
    Old king cole was a merry olde soul
    and a merry olde soul was he
    he sent for his wife in the middle of the night
    and he sent for his fiddlers 3
    fiddle , fiddle , fiddle
    said the fiddlers etc.
    what fun we had singing this around the camp fires.
     
  4. Ah, how easy to be cynical, Madpierre, in these modern times - what with Mega-Pods and girls and electricity and suchlike wonders.

    Once-upon-a-time we had to make our own entertainment, you know.

    But you tell young people today that, and they won't believe you.......
     
  5. many apologies mangonel,this thread caught me at a bad moment.
    I must confess I used to sing the RA version I also used to sing the Marleine Deitricht( probably wrong spelling)
    Going down the autobahn 50 miles an hour
    we are the Royal Artillery
    we are a fcuking shower etc.
     
  6. Pas de problem, mon vieux Pierre Fou.

    My particular nostalgia, whilst having a beer or three, is to recapture my lost youth with a particularly daring rendition of the, "Swamp Song."

    I fear, however, that at my age (and in my condition) any attempts at rafter-swinging would only be of benefit to an undertaker. :D
     
  7. would the swamp song be;
    be kind to your friends in the swamp
    that duck may be somebodies mother
    they live all alone in the swamp where the weathers cold and damp
    you may think that this is the end but to prove that Im not a liar
    I'll sing it again and again
    but this time slightly higher