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The Plums on the Gasometer
Two neighbours fought over a mooring pole with boat-hooks until a barrel of pickled plums turned a race into breakfast.
- Duration
- 2:51
- Last aired
- Today, 07:36
- Played
- 41 times
Lyrics
Verse
Myron the pilot wants the mooring spar high,
Hanna the rigger wants that same spot for dry.
They carry pickled plums in barrels of oak,
To trade for supplies in the gray morning smoke.
Chorus
Heave on the lever and watch the brass spin,
Steam in the boiler so let the day win.
Pull for the cargo or stand in the cold,
Trading our treasures like sailors of old.
Verse
Myron tied fast to the warm southern rail,
Hanna reached out with a boathook so pale.
She dragged his gondola three meters away,
Leaving him stuck in the mist of the spray.
Chorus
Heave on the lever and watch the brass spin,
Steam in the boiler so let the day win.
Pull for the cargo or stand in the cold,
Trading our treasures like sailors of old.
Bridge
He dropped his plum barrel down onto her deck,
She shared out her kettle to end the hard wreck.
They traded their plums right there in the air,
And shared a fine breakfast without any care.
Chorus
Heave on the lever and watch the brass spin,
Steam in the boiler so let the day win.
Pull for the cargo or stand in the cold,
Trading our treasures like sailors of old.