Branscombe Bay + The Napoli (or Never Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth!) At Sidmouth 07, I was asked to run a songwriting course on the theme of the beaching of The Napoli, which was still lying just off the town. On the Monday, two ladies from the Branscombe Oral History Society contributed this largely true story. On the Friday, Richard Toller presented this song - which I have, with his permission, adapted to my style. Down at Devon races, an old woman grabbed my hand Driving empty handed, ashamed of what I’d done And then I saw a vision, or so it seemed to me But when my team assembled, Jim, Richard, Bob and me They saw that they were stymied, and something must be done The tank was full of fuel and my ship at last came in The Napoli And Anne Wooby presented this (which again I've mucked about with). Tune is, of course Waly Waly A ship there is, and sails the sea Can you guess her name? yes - it's The Napoli But now she wails (O waly waly), I am so forlorn My better half, just upped and gorn
Oh, he was bonny, he was brave and true The best bow end, that I ever knew But now asunder we’ve been sorely rent Three wond’rous, thund’rous bangs - then orf he went
In Branscombe Bay in vain we tried Our treasure trove to hold inside But alas for me and me darling boy Twas robbed we was, by the hoi polloi
Now my truelove, my bow, my beau, - is an empty shell While I lie low, like a stranded whale Who’ll want me now? All bereft and scarred While he sails off to the knackers’ yard
The water is wide, I can't cross o'or Nor do I have wide wings to fly Build me a boat, that won't break in two And both shall row, my love and I | ||