Skorka's Raiders
(to the tune of Blaydon Races)
By Tim Abbott
a.k.a The Caped Continental
Chorus:
Oh me lads, ya should a seen us rowin’
The Battoe “Moon” in a drunken swoon, an’ not a Redcoat knowin’!
All the grenadiers asleep wi’ smiles upon their faces
Gannin’ along Wyomin' Wood…to taste the King’s saus-ages!
Aw went out to Wyomin', ‘twas the anniversary
Of a massacre that happened when our country came to be.
We had a score to settle there, an' comrades that were willin’
To take King George’s sausages but ne'er take his shillin’!
(chorus)
A price there wa’ upon the head of Sgt. Davie Skorka,
The master of our revels, who was fond of Polish porka.
His insolence did most incense some grenadiers in bearskin
Who called him Macaron’ an’ other names unfit to mention!
(chorus)
The evening started fair enough wi’ singin’ an’ wi' spirit,
An' Patriots from every fire came over just to hear it.
We sang them Barrett’s Privateers, an' Rovin’s Been my Ru-i-n.
The notes an' lyrics all are blue, when Skorka calls the tu-i-n!
(chorus)
The boys wa’ getting thirsty, an' aw was thirsty too;
An’ we got a taste for lobsters, but Lobsters there were few.
The bloody backs had all made tracks from bayonet-less charges
An' now slept tight in linen white, where Skorka’s band at large is!
(chorus)
Aw saw an ancient mariner, a Bosun from the “Moon”,
Who took three lusty landsman on the lake at half past two.
We shipped our oars an' drank his grog an' sang the Battoe’s praises,
Then saw a sight, though it was night, put smiles upon our faces!
(chorus)
We took aboard a passenger, a Briton to our ears,
Who said he was the Batman of John Van Vliet’s Grenadiers.
Though all were tight, at dark of night, he offered us refreshment
An' a midnight snack, by sneak attack, on the 35th‘s encampment!
(chorus)
We sauntered an' we stumbled where the laurel blossoms bloom :
The Batman, he, and Skorka’s three, an' the Bosun from the “Moon”.
We found our foemen sleeping an' we sampled of their wares, then,
An' admired their orange facings an' their helmets made from bearskin!
(chorus)
An' when the day had broken an' we all came to our senses,
The 35th were sorely miffed at Skorka’s grave offences!
The Batman lost his stripes again, but we hope they do not harm ‘im,
An' invite our foe to have a go this September at Mount Harmon!
(chorus)
Download a .pdf broadsheet of Skorka's Raiders in period type - ligatures and all- , at this link!
The Batman's muse was in fine form, it seems. Huzzah! Now teach it to the rest of the 35th because we are going to croon our own with lusty throats when we bless you with crab at Mt. Harmon.
Posted by: The Caped Continental | July 24, 2011 at 03:18 PM
A Tale of Trickery and Misfortune
at the hands of the MOST DESPICABLE CharaÀer
wanted DEAD or alive by His MajeÌie’s Command
http://happy-flower-universe.org/SausageSong.htm
Posted by: Pvte McCamanagh | July 24, 2011 at 01:06 PM
Huzzah for Skorka's 3, and the Boson from the "Moon"!
Posted by: The Caped Continental | July 21, 2011 at 12:13 PM
Spot on! Cannot wait to sing it at the next Raiders convocation.
Posted by: George Valenta | July 21, 2011 at 08:37 AM
Too funny; very clever!
Posted by: John Van Vliet - (Victim of Skorka's Raiders!) | July 20, 2011 at 07:42 PM
EPIC!
Posted by: Laura Carpenter | July 20, 2011 at 07:32 PM