Bury me in Liverpool Bay

looking for the words of a poem that starts:- Bury me in Liverpool Bay so I can go home twice a day. Can any one help. The Dog.

Hi Pat
I read it only a few months ago but cant remember where, If I come across it I will let you know.


Pat someone called me and said tyou wanted some stories for the Liverpool Retired Seafarers magazine, If you go on the `Ships and the Sea ` thread below there are a few of mine on there you can use.

Cheers
Brian.

Hi PAT
I put the request on the British Merchant Navy site no answer yet but one fellow put this one on........



LIVERPOOL BAY – John E. M. Sumner

The strong salt winds at Liverpool
That sweep across the Bay
Once brought the great proud ships of old
With teak from Mandalay,
With bars of gold from lands untold,
With cloves from Zanzibar,
With tea and jute from Chittagong
And rubber from Para;
Trim figurehead and snowy sail,
Tall mast and taper'd spar,
A rhythmic shanty from the waist,
The smell of Stockholm tar.

Whilst yet the fog bells clang and drone
And eyes are tired and red
With peering over weather cloths
To see what looms ahead;
Or Summer shakes her train of gold
And dawn breaks slow, supreme,
With funnels red and funnels white
Reflected in the stream;
The times have changed on Merseyside,
The years have travell'd on,
And ugly ducklings plough and sheer
Where once there sailed a swan.

Safe anchored in a landlocked bay,
Washed by some river cool,
They lie at rest in fairer ports
Than even Liverpool;
Forgotten, garland'd with mist and fog
They drowse at anchor there,
Whilst crews of bearded sailormen
Patrol each deck and stare;
Borne faintly on an eerie wind
There goes a bosun's call,
Scraping as dim yards come around,
The clacking of a pall.

Then idly, these tall ships will turn
And hearken to the breeze
That whispers in the ghostly shrouds
Of days remote from these;
Remembering weeks of driving sleet
And high seas round the Horn,
And little islands, silver rimmed,
Where mollymawks are born;
Recalling long, cool, fragrant nights
Beneath a Southern moon;
The Rio Grande or Shenandoah
To a concertinas tune.

Yet often, just before the dawn,
They see in dreams afar
The glimmer of the Crosby Light
And rain across the Bar.

The only one I can recall was the old fufu band singers "If I die in Montreal, pickle my b...s in alcohol, etc.":)

I searched Google in inverted comma's for "Bury me in Liverpool Bay". It only returns matches for that particular phase in that order.

Only two results came up:

One for this thread, and one for captain kong's post mentioned above.

So presumably, it's not published on the internet?

When you mentioned Liverpool Bay it took me back to when my parents used to tell me about the submarine HMS Thetsus going down in the bay in the ww2 days with. all hands lost.

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Originally Posted by chucklebutty

When you mentioned Liverpool Bay it took me back to when my parents used to tell me about the submarine HMS Thetsus going down in the bay in the ww2 days with. all hands lost.

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Here you go Chuckle...

http://www.yoliverpool.com/forum/sho...ght=hms+Thetis