Is anyone there?????
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EddieRUKiddingVare
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Do they have lots of Buckets in Nantucket?
Corno Dolce
Admiral Honkenwheezenpooferspieler
Nantucket was like a second home to me a few decades ago - I do remember it fondly...
EddieRUKiddingVare
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So not many Buckets then!
EddieRUKiddingVare
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I did it for you Chief.
What an Otter it is too.
What an Otter it is too.
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EddieRUKiddingVare
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I'm waitin' for the next verse
JHC
Chief assistant to the assistant chief
Yes a place called Golden Cap, ring any bells? I will try to catch you Sun evening (your time) for a chat. was I not a handsome young lad.
Dorsetmike
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It be down in west Darset, atween Bridport and Lyme Regis, or to be more precise between Charmouth and Chideock. It's a headland with a top of yellow sandstone (?)
JHC
Chief assistant to the assistant chief
Felicia Hemans (1793 - 1835)
According to the University of Pennsylvania site,"Young Casabianca, a boy about thirteen years old, son of the admiral of the Orient, remained at his post (in the Battle of the Nile), after the ship had taken fire, and all the guns had been abandoned; and perished in the explosion of the vessel, when the flames had reached the powder."
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though child-like form.
The flames rolled on–he would not go
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
He called aloud–'say, Father, say
If yet my task is done?'
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.
'Speak, father!'once again he cried,
'If I may yet be gone!'
And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.
Upon his brow he felt their breath,
And in his waving hair,
And looked from that lone post of death
In still yet brave despair.
And shouted but once more aloud,
'My father! must I stay?'
While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.
They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.
There came a burst of thunder sound–
The boy–oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!–
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part–
But the noblest thing which perished there
Was that young faithful heart.
Cor blimey ain't it sad
Info taken from the www
According to the University of Pennsylvania site,"Young Casabianca, a boy about thirteen years old, son of the admiral of the Orient, remained at his post (in the Battle of the Nile), after the ship had taken fire, and all the guns had been abandoned; and perished in the explosion of the vessel, when the flames had reached the powder."
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though child-like form.
The flames rolled on–he would not go
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
He called aloud–'say, Father, say
If yet my task is done?'
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.
'Speak, father!'once again he cried,
'If I may yet be gone!'
And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.
Upon his brow he felt their breath,
And in his waving hair,
And looked from that lone post of death
In still yet brave despair.
And shouted but once more aloud,
'My father! must I stay?'
While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.
They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.
There came a burst of thunder sound–
The boy–oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!–
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part–
But the noblest thing which perished there
Was that young faithful heart.
Cor blimey ain't it sad
Info taken from the www
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marval
New member
Well found Colin.
My versions.
The boy stood on the burning deck
Surveying his act of arson
Knowing that he has burned
Two teachers and a parson.
The boy stood on the burning deck
Feeling a little unsteady
Wishing he hadn't burnt the toast
Making breakfast for his friend Teddy.
My versions.
The boy stood on the burning deck
Surveying his act of arson
Knowing that he has burned
Two teachers and a parson.
The boy stood on the burning deck
Feeling a little unsteady
Wishing he hadn't burnt the toast
Making breakfast for his friend Teddy.