The Scilly Season (with apologies to Stanley Holloway)  

(A tongue in cheek tale from a vivid imagination)

  
   
   
There's a famous seaside place called Scilly
 

That's noted for diving and wrecks
 


So Arg'nauts and Hastings Sub-Aqua
 



Went there with their cash and their cheques
 




They looked at the waves on't Atlantic
 





And up to the heavens above
 






Neither were frequently friendly
 







But portholes aren't given for love
 








Now brass is a valuable metal
 









While iron is not worth a sou
 










So portholes that girded the Poleire
 











Weren't there after we had passed through
 












The Brinkburn went down in bad weather
 













With iron and brass by the ton
 














And one of the lads got quite dazzled
 















And mistook one for the other – the bum !  















The Juno was minding its business  














Just short of two centuries ago
 













Now anchors and cannon and scuppers
 












Lie sixty to eighty below
 











The currents round Juno swirl quickly
 










So diving is done with a care
 









But two of us took a wrong turning
 








And were carried away – what a pair !
 







The Hatholl, Jean Gougey, The Plympton
 






The Criccieth Castle, Charlotte
 





Make diving exciting in Scilly
 




And the viz and the fish? - there's a lot !
 



So back to the mainland we scarpered
 


Our suitcases trailing the loam
 

The Scillies then rose two feet higher
 
From the lack of the tat we'd brought home
 
 
 
© 1998 Chris Hill
 
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