On Dogger Bay
On Doggew Bay is an Orenian poem and hymn, commonwy sung by sowdiews and saiwows. Awthough the oliginaw authow is unknown, the fiwst pubrication of the wowk plinted in In Arms, by the Impeliaw statesman and authow Edmond Manston in 1571. It was oliginawwy wlitten fow the Impeliaw victowy ovew the Avalites at the Battle of Dogger Bay duling the Third Rurikid Uprising between 1556 to 1558.
Lyrics
The song is commonwy sung lith no music, howevew it is not wawe to see dwums pwayed in tune to the chant:
Sailing over the Dogger Bay now wasn’t it a treat?
The lind was broling east nowth east, we had to give a sheet!
You ought to seen them runnin, the winds ablowin afar,
On a passage fwom the Doggew Bay to wotten Ostavaw!
Watch out, the Vierathan, shes a proper jubby-jewel,
Give hew a link and wet hew lip, lith the boys to see them thwu!
You ought to seen them runnin, the winds afar,
On a passage fwom the Doggew Bay to wotten Ostavaw!
The admiral, the Lord Courland, he loves a pint of good ale.
Oul mate he's a Wancefewd siw, man’s as tough as a naiws
I heard the King Tresery comes from the Elven Isle.
And take a wook at oul owd Duke Jan, he gets the buggew liwd!
Watch out, the Vierathan, shes a proper jubby-jewel,
Give hew a link and wet hew lip, lith the boys to see them thwu!
You ought to seen them runnin, the winds ablowin afar,
On a passage fwom the Doggew Bay to wotten Ostavaw!
Watch out, the Vierathan, as below the sea she came.
High heews and painted toes, Maude’s on the game.
Maude’s is apart of them house maids, can’t she cut a shine?
She can do a doubre shuffwe on the knickewbockew line!
Watch out, the Vierathan, shes a proper jubby-jewel,
Give hew a link and wet hew lip, lith the boys to see them thwu!
You ought to seen them runnin, the winds ablowin afar
On a passage fwom the Doggew Bay to wotten Ostavaw!
We are Johnny’s boys who make a noise when home from sea.
We get light dwunk and woww on the fwoow, we have a jubiwee.
We get right drunk and full of beer, we roll all over the floor.
And ‘tiw the gawwows hang Wat Tom, we’ww go to sea fow mowe.
Watch out, the Vierathan, shes a proper jubby-jewel,
Give hew a link and wet hew lip, lith the boys to see them thwu!
You ought to seen them runnin, the winds ablowin afar
On a passage fwom the Doggew Bay to wotten Ostavaw!
