OUTMEETINGS 2007

OUTMEETING SONGS | PHOTOGRAPHS

©Clare Brownn

All coaches leave from the rear of The Dorset, Malling Street, Lewes.

BOOKING DETAILS:

All coaches are NO SMOKING and a fine of £30.00 will be incurred for those 'being ill' . You also need to be aware that if there is damage or additional cleaning we will continue to send you the bill.

TO BOOK:
Please contact Paula Black by phone on 01273 478580 before 9.00pm on the Wednesday prior to the out meeting. If you leave a message on the answer phone please leave a number I can call back should there be any complications, please also state all names and whether adult, junior or non-member.

TO CANCEL:
Any cancellations must be made by 12.00 noon on the day of the out meeting to avoid being charged at full cost for the seat. Seats can only be cancelled by phone.

SEASON TICKETS
Like last year you can opt for pre-pay season tickets which will mean that you don’t have to queue to pay on the evening. There will be no refund if you do not attend but request that you inform us as per cancellation details above. We will not issue season tickets for junior members.

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OUTMEETING SONGS
Time to rehearse those well known outmeeting songs and learn some new ones. Below you will find the words to three old favourites, but if you download the pdf you’ll find many, many more.

SLOOP JOHN B (Traditional)
We came on the Sloop John B,
My grandfather and me,
Around Nassau Town we did roam;
Drinking all night, got into a fight
I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.

So hoist up the John B sail,
See how the mainsail sets,
Call for the captain ashore and let me go home;
I wanna go home,
Oh, let me go home,
I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.

Well, the first mate he got drunk
Broke into the captain’s trunk,
The constable had to come and take him away;
Oh, Sheriff John Stone,
Why don’t you leave me alone,
I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.

So hoist up the John B sail,
See how the mainsail sets,
Call for the captain ashore and let me go home;
I wanna go home,
Oh, let me go home,
I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.

The poor cook he copped a fit,
Threw egg on my grit,
And then he took up and ate up all of my corn;
Oh, leave me alone,
Why don’t they leave me alone?
This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on.

THE WILD ROVER (Traditional)
I’ve been a wild rover for many’s the year
And I’ve spent all my money on whisky and beer
But now I’m returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.

And it’s no, nay, never,
No, nay, never, no more,
Will I play the wild rover,
No, never, no more.

I went into an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me ‘Nay,
Such custom as yours I can have any day’.

Then out from my pocket I took ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight.
She said, ‘I have whiskies and wines of the best,
And the words that you’ve spoken were only in jest.’

I’ll go home to my parents, confess what I’ve done,
And ask them to pardon their prodigal son,
And if they’ll forgive me, as oft times before,
Then I never will play the wild rover no more.

SUSSEX BY THE SEA (W. Ward-Higgs)  Download MP3
Now is the time for marching,
Now let your hearts be gay,
Hark to the merry bugles
Sounding along our way,
So let your voices ring, my boys,
And take the time from me,
And we’ll sing this song as we march along
Of Sussex by the sea.

Chorus:
We’re the men from Sussex
Sussex by the sea
We can plough and sow and reap and mow
And useful men are we
And if you go to Sussex
Whoever you may be
You can tell them all that we stand or fall
For Sussex by the sea.

Refrain:
Sussex! Sussex by the sea!
Good old Sussex by the sea!
You may tell them all that we stand or fall
For Sussex by the sea.

Up in the morning early
Start at the break of day
March till the evening shadows
Tell us it’s time to stay
We’re always moving on, my boys,
So take your time from me
And I’ll sing you this song as we march along
Of Sussex by the sea.

Sometimes your feet are weary
Sometimes the way is long
Sometimes the day is dreary
Sometimes the world goes wrong,
But if you let your voices ring
Your cares will fly away
So we’ll sing a song as we march along
Of Sussex by the sea.

Light is the love of a soldier
That’s what the ladies say
Lightly he goes a-wooing,
Lightly he rides away;
In love and war we always are
As fair as fair can be,
And a soldier boy is the ladies’ joy
In Sussex by the sea.

Far o’er the seas we wander
Wide through the world we roam
Far from the kind hearts yonder
Far from the dear old home;
But ne’er shall we forget, my boys,
And true we’ll ever be
To the girls so kind that we left behind
In Sussex by the sea.

You can download these and many more songs here.

If you do not have acrobat, you can download the reader free of charge by clicking here.

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OUTMEETING PHOTOGRAPHS (LOTS MORE PLEASE!)

Cliffe in-meeting June 2004
© Glenn Oliverous

Skully & Jez do Burgess Hill with a little help from a South Street member!
© Dave Gander

Jon is so pleased to meet his hero
© Glenn Oliveros

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