Guzz
I hear they're closing Devonport down I hope it's just a buzz It was my port division once We used to call it Guzz Though it all began at (HMS) Raleigh In Cornwall not in Guzz That's where I did my training At the beginning of my doz' They taught me how to march in step And how to toe the line Then how to be a matelot For a life upon the brine We weren't allowed ashore at first Until we learned the ropes It's just as well on looking back As we were a bunch of dopes Eventually in my number ones I ventured over the brow The Torpoint Ferry my first sea trip I still remember it now I remember my first Oggie too With a glass of Guzzs' best A tanner for a pint it was Put hair upon your chest There are special parts of Plymouth though For example Plymouth Hoe Where Sir Francis played his game of bowls Before he flogged the foe Sir Walter was a Janner too Devonshire born and bred He did his bit for England But eventually lost his head Immortalised in Janner-land Both Drake and Raleigh still live When Pusser named two (stone) frigates Drake and Raleigh's name did give So with a place so rich in maritime fame And the ghosts of mariners past Why leave it all for foreign climes That's the question that I ask It's hard to picture Oggie-land Without the sight of Jack And some will say once Jack has gone I wish he would come back No doubt there's some in Janner land Will be pleased to see Jack go And dear old Lady Astor Will say what a jolly good show But most I think will be quite sad And Jack's presence they will miss As he's welcomed to his new found home With a friendly Glasgow kiss OGGIE OGGIE OGGIE |
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