The Jolly Sailor of Portsmouth Town Historical song. / Written and composed by William W. Russell.
Publication printed by F. Pitman Hart & Co., c1915.
Midi file of The Jolly Sailor of Portsmouth Town
1 I am a jolly sailor and I’m berth in Portsmouth Town,
On board the famous Victory, where Nelson gained renown,
I love to tread the quarter deck, that scared spot to me,
And fight those battles o’er again, when Nelson went to sea.
2 The battle of St Vincent lads, should fill your hearts with pride,
He tackled seven ships at once and blood flowed like the tide,
Then helm a starboard Nelson cried and boarders follow me,
Resistless courage won that day, when Nelson went to sea.
3 Lord Nelson chased the Bourn a parte into a boukir bay,
Then thrashed him with his broadsides all that night till dawn next day,
He captured nine, and one he sunk, and fire ended three,
That’s how they served Napoleon’s fleet, when Nelson went to sea.
4 The battle of Trafalgar Bay adds lustre to his name,
It made Britannia glorious and brought Lord Nelson fame,
The thunder of his broadside guns was like the tempest’s roar,
But one small ball, made Nelson fall, to plough the seas no more.
5 Thank God my duty I have done, now I am satisfied,
God bless you, kiss me Hardy Nelson said and then he died,
His scared bones rest in St Paul’s, his spirit proud and free,
Respires each man in England’s fleet to do or die at sea.
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(I am told that the word KNUT should be pronounced Canute! although the chorus suggests it should be Ka-nut ?)
The Southsea Knut : Humorous song. / Words and music by William W. Russell.
Publication Details: London : Joseph Williams, c1915.
Midi file of The Southsea Knut
1. I’m the son of a Marquis down for a change, The Southsea Breezy Swell
You should see me promenade the Ladies Mile
With my patent leather shoes, and such lovely coloured hose,
I just captivate the ladies with my style.
I sport a bright geranium in my coat that’s up to date
When off to see my girl I daily strut.
But it’s awfully aggravating when your sweethearts hand you’re shaking
To hear some stupid person calling, “Knut!”
2 My Mam-ma is very fond of the sea and loves the Southsea Pier,
Where she daily goes and listens to the band, “Knut!”
While my Sister with her beau gaily splashes in the sea,
Or slips off to Isle of Wight to do the Grand.
I’ve seen the Portsmouth Dockyard and the famous Victory
On Tramway car I’ve been to Portsdown Hill
I’ve been charmed by Pierrots joking, and the lovely Southsea boating
And Marquis says I’m better now I’m well, Knut!
3 You should see dear Marquis run around the lake
To catch his model yacht he is cabin boy and Captain all in one
And Mamma will feed the swans or enjoy some shingle star
Till she simply rocks with laughing at the fun.
While sister Alice plays the game of tennis with her beau
I take my pal am cot ta on the Main,
We shall wed when leaves are falling for the love of home is calling
But Marquis says next year we’ll come again.
Chorus
Knut! Knut! Knut! Knut! The pride of sunny Southsea
He’s wearing Southsea Trousers,
And is coat is Southsea cut,
And he swims in Southsea waters,
With the fairest Southsea daughters
And sunny Southsea welcomes every,
Knut! Knut! Knut!
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Britannia's Call to Arms ... (The Pompey Pals) Words and music by W. W. Russell
published in 1915 in Undetermined (Presently on display on the Library Second Floor.)
Midi file of Britania's Call To Arms
Sound the alarm! Sound the alarm!
Fall in soldiers, square your shoulders,
Run to the bugle’s call.
What a privilege to,
Fight for freedom!
What though fighting we should die?
Cowards quail and shirk their duty, but you nor I,
In the thick of battle strife, scorning numbers fight for Life!
Courage show indomitable for your Country, God and King.
Sound the alarm, Sound the alarm, let bugles blare throughout the land,
“I call’d him, I call’d him!” Now come my lads and march behind the band,
Britannia calls to their allegiance, Her sons to serve the King,
Come, She wants your aid for the dear old flag, so join the ranks and sing.
Valiantly fight, Right against might conquer then equity demand,
A just cause, and brave hearts, To fight for crush’d humanity is grand,
Britannia calls aloud to every man, enlist and serve your King,
You will fight right well so fall in lads and sing.
Chorus
Marching gaily to the great big drum, keeping time with every blow,
Left right left The home the soldier left , Proud to fight the ruthless foe,
Welshmen, Scotsman, men of English blood, side by side with dear old Pat,
Will charge with a yell and rout the foe, hurrah for the Union Jack.
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The Scarlet Geranium. : , or, Britannia's flower of Empire Song. by William W Russell
published in 1915 in English
Dreaming of the Motherland and my Old Village Home by William W Russell
published in 1915 in English
Soldiers, arise Song, written, composed & sung by W. W. Russell Unknown Binding – 1 Jan 1914
The Faithful Lovers Patriotic Song. Written and Composed by William W. Russell.
Published Printed by F. Pitman, Hart & Co., London, 1915
