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Array ( [sid] => 55129 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Ballad of Nancy McFay [time] => 2004-07-07 04:56:30 [hometext] => This little ditty is a 'tongue-in-cheek' look at the goings on in a Halifax tavern. [bodytext] => There's a nice little pub
Down in Halifax town
Where the lads from the subs
Like to party on down

And slingin' the beer
To all far and near
Was a trim little rig
From her stern to her sprit
And the lads called her Nancy Mcfay

She would tack through their midst
Like a sleek little barque
Slingin' draft right and left
Returning broadsides adept
In reply to each sailorman's remark

Chorus
Oh! She was a trim little rig
From her stern to her sprit
And the lads called her Nancy Mcfay

Well they'd offer large tips
To wrest a smile from her lips
And with practiced aplomb
She would wriggle her bum
As she scooped up her plunder,
Oh, it was great fun dears!

Chorus

Then she'd let fly her sheets
And put her stern to the fleet
And beat a hasty retreat
To load up her tray.
Then, once again cleared for action
She'd rejoin the fray

Chorus
Oh! She was a trim little rig
From her stern to her sprit
And the lads called her Nancy Mcfay
Yes, she was the lovely Nancy Mcfay

And although there were lots of 'um
Not a lad could proclaim
That he'd e'er scraped the bottom
Of the trim little Nancy Mcfay

Chorus - (Final)

- Stoney, 10 Sept. '94

Partying with a bunch of submariners back in the bad old days reminded me of how much fun you can have just sitting in a tavern tiltin' back a few with yer mates!

I decided to try my hand at a ballad.
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The Ballad of Nancy McFay

Contributed by Stoney1 on Wednesday, 7th July 2004 @ 04:56:30 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



There's a nice little pub
Down in Halifax town
Where the lads from the subs
Like to party on down

And slingin' the beer
To all far and near
Was a trim little rig
From her stern to her sprit
And the lads called her Nancy Mcfay

She would tack through their midst
Like a sleek little barque
Slingin' draft right and left
Returning broadsides adept
In reply to each sailorman's remark

Chorus
Oh! She was a trim little rig
From her stern to her sprit
And the lads called her Nancy Mcfay

Well they'd offer large tips
To wrest a smile from her lips
And with practiced aplomb
She would wriggle her bum
As she scooped up her plunder,
Oh, it was great fun dears!

Chorus

Then she'd let fly her sheets
And put her stern to the fleet
And beat a hasty retreat
To load up her tray.
Then, once again cleared for action
She'd rejoin the fray

Chorus
Oh! She was a trim little rig
From her stern to her sprit
And the lads called her Nancy Mcfay
Yes, she was the lovely Nancy Mcfay

And although there were lots of 'um
Not a lad could proclaim
That he'd e'er scraped the bottom
Of the trim little Nancy Mcfay

Chorus - (Final)

- Stoney, 10 Sept. '94

Partying with a bunch of submariners back in the bad old days reminded me of how much fun you can have just sitting in a tavern tiltin' back a few with yer mates!

I decided to try my hand at a ballad.




Copyright © Stoney1 ... [ 2004-07-07 04:56:30]
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Re: The Ballad of Nancy McFay (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 7th July 2004 @ 11:13:54 AM AEST
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A great ballad in the traditional style, very well done.

wildejohnny.


Re: The Ballad of Nancy McFay (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Thursday, 19th August 2004 @ 09:50:15 PM AEST
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interesting.


Re: The Ballad of Nancy McFay (User Rating: 1 )
by candysears on Friday, 23rd September 2005 @ 07:25:36 PM AEST
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Sounds like a very nice ballad.
God Bless




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