[Dixielandjazz] Oceana lyric

[Harry Callaghan]

Ken:

I have John Gill's e-mail address but not handy so I have forwarded this to
Bruce McNichols.who I knew had it at his fingertips because they often work
together. I imagine either one of them will reply directly to you.as
to who wrote
those lyrics.

Bruce replied to me that he has the sheet music but knows not where.

Tides,
HC

On 9/30/10, Ken Waltjen <kwaltjen at bendbroadband.com> wrote:
>  I have an old 'live' recording of a Turk Murphy performance in Stockton, CA
> made in the mid '80s. One of the tunes is Oceana Roll and it includes an
> alternate lyric, sung by John Gill. Turk was suspicious about the origin of
> the words and thought John may have been the author. Anybody know the truth?
> Here's the lyric:
>
> Now Anna and Fred they were recently wed
> When they got a funny notion to go sailin’ on the ocean
> On their honeymoonin’ trip
> So they got aboard a big steam ship
>
> Well they ordered up a dinner, certainly was a winner
> Lobster, steak, soup and old Vienna rolls
> When they finished with wine, that was tasty and fine
> Around the deck they started a stroll
>
> As they left the dock the boat began to rock
> They started in complanin’ couldn’t stand the shock
> As the big boat turned, they felt their stomachs churn
> To be back on land they badly yearned
>
> And then they both turned pale, leaned against the rail
> Now into the ocean see their supper sail
> The fish got all their wishes, a lot of fancy dishes:
>
> First came the soup from Anna
> Next came a chopped banana
> Then came the old Vienna rolls
>
>
> P.S. -- Sort of sets your mouth to waterin’, doesn’t it?
>
> ken waltjen
> Bend, OR
>
>
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