LORD OF PURE CHANCE
(A ditty for Christmas, based on the traditional English air "Lord of the Dance." Yes, this song really was around a long time before that feet-of-flames-wot's-'is-name dude got hold of it ...)
PELLEW:
With the Marie Gallante, it first was begun
Hornblower's luck had gone down like the sun
But then I appeared, of all places on earth.
As a deus ex machina, I'd had my birth.
ALL HANDS:
Hail then, wherever you may be!
"I am the Lord of Pure Chance," said he,
"And I'll rescue you all, wherever you may be,
And you can all shout, 'It's the bloody Indy!' "
PELLEW:
I sank a ship of Dons off the shore of El Ferrol
Just when Hornblower was out on a stroll.
His boat pitched, and it tossed, and they nearly all drowned
But thanks to me what was lost is now found!
ALL HANDS:
Hail then, wherever you may be!
"I am the Lord of Pure Chance," said he,
"And I'll rescue you all, wherever you may be,
And you can all shout, 'It's the bloody Indy!' "
PELLEW:
I blew away the Frogs on the beach at Muzillac
I bet you thought I'd never make it back!
But caught between the devil and the deep blue sea,
You should know damned well you can count on me!
ALL HANDS:
Hail then, wherever you may be!
"I am the Lord of Pure Chance," said he,
"And I'll rescue you all, wherever you may be,
And you can all shout, 'It's the bloody Indy!' "
PELLEW:
You may ask how -- but this is TV.
I am the might of the British Navy!
I'll appear for you when you most need me --
I am the Lord of Pure Chance, you see!
ALL HANDS:
Hail then, wherever you may be!
"I am the Lord of Pure Chance," said he,
"And I'll rescue you all, wherever you may be,
And you can all shout, 'It's the bloody Indy!' "
Huzzah!
THE END