Hullo! Hullo! We are the Eskimos!
Hullo! Hullo! The Glesca Eskimos!
We'll gaff that nyaff ca'd Lanin
We'll spear him whaur he blows
We are the Glesca Eskimos!
It's up the Clyde came Lanin, a super-duper Yank
But doon a dam sight quicker when we coup him doon the stank
Up tae the neck in sludge and sewage fairly stops your swank
We are the Glesca Eskimos!
It’s in an oot, an up an doon, an on an aff the piers
There's cooncillors, collaborators, pimps and profiteers
The hairies jouk the polis, and the polis jouk the queers
We are the Glesca Eskimos!
Hullo! Hullo! We are the Eskimos!
Hullo! Hullo! The Glesca Eskimos!
We'll gaff that nyaff ca'd Lanin
We'll spear him whaur he blows
We are the Glesca Eskimos!
There's dredgers and there's sludgie boats tae keep the river clean
You lift yoir haun an pu the chain - Ye ken fine with ah mean
But why in the hell has the Holy Loch been left outside the scheme
We are the Glesca Eskimos!
Hullo! Hullo! We are the Eskimos!
Hullo! Hullo! The Glesca Eskimos!
We'll gaff that nyaff ca'd Lanin
We'll spear him whaur he blows
We are the Glesca Eskimos!
We've been in mony a rammy, lads, we've been in mony a tear
We've sortit oot this kind afore, we'll sort them onywhere
O, get yuir harpoons ready – he’s comin up for air
We are the Glesca Eskimos!
Hullo! Hullo! The Glesca Eskimos!
We'll gaff that nyaff ca'd Lanin
We'll spear him whaur he blows
We are the Glesca Eskimos!
It's up the Clyde came Lanin, a super-duper Yank
But doon a dam sight quicker when we coup him doon the stank
Up tae the neck in sludge and sewage fairly stops your swank
We are the Glesca Eskimos!
It’s in an oot, an up an doon, an on an aff the piers
There's cooncillors, collaborators, pimps and profiteers
The hairies jouk the polis, and the polis jouk the queers
We are the Glesca Eskimos!
Hullo! Hullo! We are the Eskimos!
Hullo! Hullo! The Glesca Eskimos!
We'll gaff that nyaff ca'd Lanin
We'll spear him whaur he blows
We are the Glesca Eskimos!
There's dredgers and there's sludgie boats tae keep the river clean
You lift yoir haun an pu the chain - Ye ken fine with ah mean
But why in the hell has the Holy Loch been left outside the scheme
We are the Glesca Eskimos!
Hullo! Hullo! We are the Eskimos!
Hullo! Hullo! The Glesca Eskimos!
We'll gaff that nyaff ca'd Lanin
We'll spear him whaur he blows
We are the Glesca Eskimos!
We've been in mony a rammy, lads, we've been in mony a tear
We've sortit oot this kind afore, we'll sort them onywhere
O, get yuir harpoons ready – he’s comin up for air
We are the Glesca Eskimos!
envoyé par Alessandro - 23/4/2010 - 11:54
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Album “Ding Dong Dollar: Anti-Polaris and Scottish Republican Songs”, Folkways Records.
Tune: Marching Through Georgia
Written by T. S. Law, Morris Blythman and Jim McLean.
Nella primavera del 1961 a Holy Loch gli attivisti della Scottish Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament provarono a fermare le navi americane cariche di missili nucleari… Ci provarono pacificamente, provando a sbarrare il passo a fregate e sommergibili con dei piccoli kayak… Quando poi il comandante della USS Proteus, tal Lanin, dichiarò – con sensibilità tutta militare - che le proteste non lo preoccupavano e che i manifestanti erano soltanto “un dannato branco di eschimesi”, quelli presero la palla al balzo e ci scrissero su questa canzone: “Siamo tutto eschimesi! Siamo gli eschimesi di Glasgow, che fermano le corazzate con le canoe!”
“On 3 March 1961 the depot ship, USS Proteus (AS-19) arrived in Holy Loch. She was fitted with a huge crane, specialist workshops, missile storage and nuclear maintenance capabilities. Some demonstrators in canoes were arrested when they tried to board the vessel: a larger protest took place the following Saturday, a polite march by more than a thousand members of the Scottish Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament (CND) […] At the subsequent press conference, Captain Lanin, the commander of the Proteus, scoffed at the demonstrators. "They don't worry us," he declared. "They're just a bunch of goddam Eskimos." That was a serious tactical error on Lanin's part because back in Springburn the collective mincer held a sort of apres-rammy soiree and sulking” (Glasgow Herald Archive)