For the first time in my life I aks for the text off a song for the "Jolly
Undertaker" The Music group off my friends. I aksed for the text of the song
"When this bloody war is over". I got two reactions from Scotland witch
helped me a lot. Great! You allready understand "here is my next request".
I am looking for the text of the song called "Sammy's Bar". The song was sung
by Tara. We never could find it anymore.
Does anybody knows anything about this song and can you provide me with the
text.
Best regards
René
I don't know who Tara is. Cyril Tawney wrote a song called "Sammy's Bar".
Here it is from the Digital Tradition. If you don't know about them,
try connecting to URL: http://web2.xerox.com/digitrad.
SAMMY'S BAR or THE LAST BOAT'S A'LEAVIN
(Cyril Tawney)
I went down to Sammy's Bar
Hey, the last boat's a'leavin
By the shore at Pieta
Haul away the daighsoe
And my real love, she was there
Hey, the last boat's a'leavin
There was sand all in her hair
Haul away the daighsoe
How did sand get in your hair
Hey, the last boat's a'leavin
Darling Johnny put it there
Haul away the daighsoe
Been with Johnny all the day
Hey, the last boat's a'leavin
Down at Ghajn Tuffheija Bay
Haul away the daighsoe
He's a better man by far
Hey, the last boat's a'leavin
Because he's got a Yankee car
Haul away the daighsoe
I went out from Sammy's Bar
Hey, the last boat's a'leavin
Had to hire a Yankee car
Haul away the daighsoe
Fourteen days I drank no wine
Hey, the last boat's a'leavin
Saving for that love of mine
Haul away the daighsoe
Then one day in Paula square
Hey, the last boat's a'leavin
At a paper I did stare
Haul away the daighsoe
Johnny tried a hairpin bend
Hey, the last boat's a'leavin
For my love, it was the end
Haul away the daighsoe
Going back to Sammy's Bar
Hey, the last boat's a'leavin
I don't need no Yankee car
Haul away the daighsoe
Copyright Dick James Music Ltd.
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In article <D5G83...@inter.NL.net>, rbr...@vsngroep.nl (René van den
RvdB> "Sammy's Bar". The song was sung by Tara. We never could find it
Happy to post Cyril Tawney's fine song. From the Digital Tradition:
With (sorry Dick) a few minor very corrections.
SAMMY'S BAR or THE LAST BOAT'S A'LEAVIN
(Cyril Tawney)
I went down to Sammy's Bar
Hey, the last boat's a-leavin
By the shore at Pieta
Haul away the daighsoe [Cyril uses "call away the dyso"]
And my real love, she was there
There was sand all in her hair
How did sand get in your hair
Darling Johnny put it there
Been with Johnny all the day
Down at Ghajn Tuffheija Bay [pronounce ein'-ta-fee-a]
He's a better man by far
'Cos he's got a Yankee car
I went out from Sammy's Bar
Had to hire a Yankee car
Fourteen days I drank no wine
Savin' for that love of mine
Then one day in Paula square
At a paper I did stare
Johnny tried a hairpin bend
For my love, it was the end
Goin' back to Sammy's Bar
I don't need no Yankee car
Copyright Dick James Music Ltd.
(C) 1966 Folk Directions Publishing
recorded by Golden Ring on Five Days Singing
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: I am looking for the text of the song called "Sammy's Bar". The song was sung
: by Tara. We never could find it anymore.
:
: Does anybody knows anything about this song and can you provide me with the
: text.
The song was written by British folk singer extraordinaire Cyril
Tawney in 1958. I have it on his record "In Port". Here's what he says
about the song on the sleeve notes:-
The Old Bar, kept by Sammy, was at the head of Pieta creek in
Malta and thus very handy for the crews of the nearby
submarines. Furthermore, Sammy's potent white wine gave the
best kick-value for money on the island and three shillings
was usually sufficient to send you back on board twittering,
a distinct advantage when you were only paid fortnightly. The
"bar" was hardly more than a hole in the wall, and I should
imagine that thirty people could just about cram in there if
necessary, yet it became the haunt of every class of society,
from the humblest stoker and his missus to visiting
diplomats and their ladies. Rumour had it that the patronage
of a certain member of the Royal Family back in the late 40's
had made it fashionable with the upper set ever after. During
1955 and 1956 my mates and I would occasionally drop in with
the guitar for a sing-song, but apart fom that there is no
basis of fact in this ballad, which was composed during a
spell of nostalgia after returning to the U.K. They tell me
it's no use looking for Sammy's Bar now as it has disappeared
under a road-widening scheme.
I see you already have one offer of the words, but if that doesn't
happen then e-mail me and I will get them off the record for you.
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