The Dreadnoughts - Dear Old Stan lyrics
[The Dreadnoughts - Dear Old Stan lyrics]
From the streets of old Victoria
To fair old Mabou town
From Portage to Spadina
Listen closely for the sound
A voice still echoes softly through
The rivers and the plains
So don't you dare stop listening
And don't forget his name
Arise and be merry
And sing out while you can
The world will never see the likes
Of dear old Stan
The Yanks have Woodie Guthrie
The British Ralph McTell
The Celts have got the Corries
Aye and Ronnie Drew as well
Adge Cuter sings of cider out
In the west country
But, I am a Canadian, and so I say to thee
Arise and be merry
And sing out while you can
The world will never see the likes
Of dear old Stan
When I was just a nipper
Bouncing on my mummy’s knee
‘twas Harris and the Mare me boys
She sweetly sang to me
And as I closed my eyes beneath
The Northern moon so pale
I dreamed I was the Captain
Standing on the Nightingale
Arise and be merry
And sing out while you can
The world will never see the likes
Of dear old Stan
At the Wolf and Hound Vancouver
Just for a pint or two
These blokes were singing Old Maui from
The whales’ point of view
I thought of old Stan Rogers and
Walked straight out the bar
And started up the Dreadnoughts
And here we bloody are
Arise and be merry
And sing out while you can
The world will never see the likes
Of dear old Stan
Arise and be merry
And sing out while you can
The world will never see the likes
Of dear old Stan
To fair old Mabou town
From Portage to Spadina
Listen closely for the sound
A voice still echoes softly through
The rivers and the plains
So don't you dare stop listening
And don't forget his name
Arise and be merry
And sing out while you can
The world will never see the likes
Of dear old Stan
The Yanks have Woodie Guthrie
The British Ralph McTell
The Celts have got the Corries
Aye and Ronnie Drew as well
Adge Cuter sings of cider out
In the west country
But, I am a Canadian, and so I say to thee
Arise and be merry
And sing out while you can
The world will never see the likes
Of dear old Stan
When I was just a nipper
Bouncing on my mummy’s knee
‘twas Harris and the Mare me boys
She sweetly sang to me
And as I closed my eyes beneath
The Northern moon so pale
I dreamed I was the Captain
Standing on the Nightingale
Arise and be merry
And sing out while you can
The world will never see the likes
Of dear old Stan
At the Wolf and Hound Vancouver
Just for a pint or two
These blokes were singing Old Maui from
The whales’ point of view
I thought of old Stan Rogers and
Walked straight out the bar
And started up the Dreadnoughts
And here we bloody are
Arise and be merry
And sing out while you can
The world will never see the likes
Of dear old Stan
Arise and be merry
And sing out while you can
The world will never see the likes
Of dear old Stan