Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
[Verse 1]
Nobby Hall, a young OD
Cleaned his suit in CTC
Hung it in the mess to dry
His oppo lay asleep nearby
And all night long, the fumes arose
And drifted by his oppo's nose
[Verse 2]
When the shaker's voice was heard
One there was who never stirred
The funeral was a grand affair
The RNBT rep was there
Poor Nobby wept for days on end
To think he'd poisoned his best friend
[Verse 3]
So sailors all, be warned by me
If you clean your suit in CTC
Always take the utmost care
To hang it in the open air
Or even better, if you can
Hang it by a wardroom fan