26 Jul 2007

"There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner" by Noel Coward

I listen to Sarah Kennedy on Radio 2 every morning as I wake up.

This morning I heard this song being played having been written and sung by Noel Coward. She said that it was probably very apt at the moment with all the flooding around the country and everyone in despair.

Seems very apt with all this bad wet weather!
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Extracts from Noel Coward's song written at the begining of WW2 in 1940.

They're out of sorts in Sunderland
And terribly cross in Kent
They're down in Hull
And the isle of Mull
Is seething with discontent
They're nervous in northumberland
And Devon is down the drain
They're filled with wrath on Firth of Forth
And sullen on Salisbury plain
In Dublin they're depressed lads
Maybe because they're Celts
For drake is hurrying West, lads
And so is everyone else
Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!
Misery is here to stay
There are bad times just around the corner
There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky
And it's no good whining
About a silver lining
For we know from experience they won't roll by
With a scowl and a frown we'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread
We're going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead
There are bad times just around the corner
And the outlook's absolutely vile
There are home fires smoking from Windermere to Woking
And we're not going to tighten our belt and
Smile Smile Smile
At the sound of shots
We'd just as soon as not
Get a hot water bottle and go to bed
We're going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down deadI like your story
Land of Hope and Glory
Wait until we drop down dead

2 comments:

Janet said...

Hi from Oxfordshire!

Good post!

I didn't hear her play that. Often, I listen to Five Live until 9am and THEN switch over to Radio 2. (I especially like Ken Bruce!) But it certainly WAS a good choice of song, wasn't it?

Stay dry up there north of the border!

Janet

Milky Bar Kid said...

Thanks Janet.

And here's a very old poem that we all used to have to learn at school. It seems this is not the first time Gloucester has suffered from bad flooding.

Dr. Foster went to Gloucester in a shower of rain; he stepped in a puddle right up to his middle and never went there again.