Between 1952-53
On our return trip some of the lads composed the following words to the tune of The British Grenadiers. Can anyone fill in the gap?
We have an ancient Seafire
It has a list to port
with one wing up and the other wing down
it gives us cause for sport
And when the visiting officer
saw our superb machine
Whizzo, bango what a jolly fine show
treat her with vaseline
We visited Hurn Airport
one Friday afternoon
we thought a Stratocruiser
would take us to the moon
but all we got was a Tiger Moth and
the damn thing wouldn't go
Whizzo, bango what a jolly poor show
we hope things will improve
The pride of all our section
it is our wooden hut
......................................
...................................... but
we cannot get inside it
'cos CANY keeps the key
Whizzo, Bango what a jolly poor show
.........................................
This is recalled by Terry Perkins (my Dad). Does anyone out there have any recollections of the trip. My father recalls that we flew in an Avro X1X (Anson).
Thanks
Lisette
hi Lisette, Yes I remember the Hurn trip but only vaguely I'm afraid. I can't help with the words of the song but it seems to have a nice lilt to it? I do remember watching the air traffic controllers at work and being struck by what seemed to be a complicated job although the supervising officer did his best to explain it all. I too had a go in an Anson, where you sit alongside the pilot with your own set of controls. Unfortunately I chickened out when being offered a chance to fly it. seasons greetings and a happy new year, jim
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