The Bargee Song Trudging along a well worn track Trailing a barge and pole Off to the end of the world and back Never a rest at the goal Up to the hills and down to the sea Whose for a trip with a sleepy bargee? By wharf and by quayside On Mersey or Deeside I’m strolling but rolling with dusty black loads Along by the lock-side and down by the dockside My smokey, old pokey, old dirty back roads The grey mare I’m leading Her burden unheading Is nodding and plodding While pulling her charge I drift down a slow path My life is the towpath I’m only a lonely old man With a barge Out from the town to the open fields Where all the yokels dwell Watching the crops that the country yields Waving to milkmaids as well Baccy a day, that Brown bread and cheese Where is a banquet the equal of these? By Gloucester or Devon Through Avon or Severn I ponder and wander To heaven knows where Where green willow tinges The brown water fringes I look on a new pound I’m following there By fenland and good land Past windmill and woodland My riches were bridges Bloom lightly or large My job where I take it My life what I make it I’m only a lonely old man With a barge The 1937 performance of this song by the baritone Gerald Nodin can also be viewed on the British Pathé website where more details can be found. Gerald Nodin was born in 1899 in Southport, Lancashire, England as Charles Gerald Nodin. He was an actor, known for Over the Moon (1939), Hangman's Wharf (1950) and Dr. Finlay's Casebook (1962). He died in 1969 in Little Maplestead, Essex, England.
As recorded by Gerald Nodin
The Bargee Song Trudging along a well worn track Trailing a barge and pole Off to the end of the world and back Never a rest at the goal Up to the hills and down to the sea Whose for a trip with a sleepy bargee? By wharf and by quayside On Mersey or Deeside I’m strolling but rolling with dusty black loads Along by the lock-side and down by the dockside My smokey, old pokey, old dirty back roads The grey mare I’m leading Her burden unheading Is nodding and plodding While pulling her charge I drift down a slow path My life is the towpath I’m only a lonely old man With a barge Out from the town to the open fields Where all the yokels dwell Watching the crops that the country yields Waving to milkmaids as well Baccy a day, that Brown bread and cheese Where is a banquet the equal of these? By Gloucester or Devon Through Avon or Severn I ponder and wander To heaven knows where Where green willow tinges The brown water fringes I look on a new pound I’m following there By fenland and good land Past windmill and woodland My riches were bridges Bloom lightly or large My job where I take it My life what I make it I’m only a lonely old man With a barge The 1937 performance of this song by the baritone Gerald Nodin can also be viewed on the British Pathé website where more details can be found. Gerald Nodin was born in 1899 in Southport, Lancashire, England as Charles Gerald Nodin. He was an actor, known for Over the Moon (1939), Hangman's Wharf (1950) and Dr. Finlay's Casebook (1962). He died in 1969 in Little Maplestead, Essex, England.
As recorded by Gerald Nodin