The Boy Stood On The Burning Deck.....you finish it.
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roadrash
cycle chatterer
- Location
- sitting on the edge of wigan pier
the boy stood on the burning deck
eating red hot scallops
one fell down his trousers
and burned him on his......................LEG
eating red hot scallops
one fell down his trousers
and burned him on his......................LEG
machew
Veteran
The boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle’s wreck,
Shone round him o’er the dead.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though childlike form.
The flames rolled on – he would not go,
Without his father’s word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
He called aloud – ‘Say, father, say
If yet my task is done?’
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.
‘Speak, father!’ once again he cried,
‘If I may yet be gone!’
– And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.
Upon his brow he felt their breath
And in his waving hair;
And look’d from that lone post of death,
In still yet brave despair.
And shouted but once more aloud,
‘My father! must I stay?’
While o’er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.
They wrapped the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.
There came a burst of thunder sound –
The boy – oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part,
But the noblest thing which perished there,
Was that young faithful heart.
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle’s wreck,
Shone round him o’er the dead.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though childlike form.
The flames rolled on – he would not go,
Without his father’s word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
He called aloud – ‘Say, father, say
If yet my task is done?’
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.
‘Speak, father!’ once again he cried,
‘If I may yet be gone!’
– And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.
Upon his brow he felt their breath
And in his waving hair;
And look’d from that lone post of death,
In still yet brave despair.
And shouted but once more aloud,
‘My father! must I stay?’
While o’er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.
They wrapped the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.
There came a burst of thunder sound –
The boy – oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part,
But the noblest thing which perished there,
Was that young faithful heart.
Dayvo
just passin' through
- Location
- 59° 50′ 5.55″ N, 10° 47′ 41.89″ E
The boy was on the burning deck
playing a game of cricket,
the ball ran up his trouser leg
and bowled his middle wicket.
playing a game of cricket,
the ball ran up his trouser leg
and bowled his middle wicket.
Smokin Joe
Legendary Member
- Location
- Bare headed cyclist, Smoker
The boy stood on the burning deck
His pocket full of crackers
A spark went down his trouser leg
And blew away his knackers
His pocket full of crackers
A spark went down his trouser leg
And blew away his knackers
Smokin Joe
Legendary Member
- Location
- Bare headed cyclist, Smoker
He sounds like a right prat, TBH. Why didn't he just scarper?
You are Spike Milligan AICMFP
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled
Twit!
The boy stood on the burning decks
Approached by Gary Glitter
Who then took off his naval kecks
And woofed him up the sh*****
(Rhymes with Glitter)
