[strangulated contralto warbling]
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Now you’ve got me humming ‘Blow the Wind Southerly’!
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Oh gawd, that’s going to spread like anything…
They told me last night there were ships in the offing…
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I can hear it now.
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Sung by Kathleen Ferrier?
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Yep! Mum was very fond of it, so so am I.
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I should like it, but I found (even as a child) KF’s enunciation jarring. I suppose that the Northumbrian family were more inclined to the fiddle, penny whistle, pipes and drum. Ooh - and a good stomp of the clogs!
Soo xx
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She still sounded better than when my class sang it at primary school!
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Arr, I be always forgettin’! It be that thar day, arr, so it be!
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My favourite rendition was when my Edinburgh granny sang it. She trained in voice and piano at the Royal College of Music and she was grand. All five foot nothing of her, and as upright at eighty as a girl of fifteen.
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I did wonder, Dunnock…
Carinthia.xx
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That skull-and-crossbones always looks to me like a demented teddy-bear.
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I know very well what you mean, dear Fish, but 15-y-o girls are frequently far from upright, literally or figuratively.
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…doing star jumps. Yes.
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She would never have slouched!
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I prefer the real Jolly Rogers, as for example this from Jean Dulaien:
For those of us who remember 2001, I tend to translate the hourglass as “you have no chance to survive make your time”.
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Real Jolly Roger is the unadorned black:
The people’s flag is black as night
From top to bottom, left to right;
What better symbol for our cause
Then old umbrellas, torn black drawers,
And Guinness, gowns and oily rags,
Darth Vader’s cloak and pirate flags?
So wave it proudly o’er your head:
The flag that’s better dead than red.
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Made a sort of Fritatta for this evening
There was lots of garlic innit…
Carinthia.xx
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Skull snobery 
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Alien in a diving suit?
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