Eleanor’s Ukulele

Eleanor's Ukulele

My Great Grandmother came on a steam boat
From New York in a new century
Saying goodbye to her friends and family
She packed up her bags and her Ukulele
But something snapped or something slipped
As they loaded up the bags onto the ship
And down the Ukulele fell
Into the North Atlantic swell
As the captain rang the bell
She was raising hell and hollering

Stop this ship
Somebody better go over board for me
They just dropped my Ukulele

Her name was Eleanor she was not a girl you could ignore
She had a will of iron and her head was full of songs
That she’d learnt as a girl
With the snakes in the mountains and
Sung to her mother when the nights where long

Down down down went the case into the water
Drowned drowned drowned where the contents of the case
She was leaning over the starboard side
Looking pretty dissatisfied
My Great Grandfather’s future bride
Was leaning over the side and shouting

Stop this ship
Somebody better go over board for me
They just dropped my Ukulele

The seagulls shrieked and the foghorn sounded
Down in the dark it was a silent as the grave
Her voice was snatched by the noise of the departure
Soon that ship was well underway

Down it sank like a stone into the ocean
A hermit crab was disturbed by the commotion
As it settled in the sand among the bones and the bottles
Down Down Down and was never seen again!

My Great Grandmother came on a steamboat
From New York in a new century
And though she lived long enough to meet me
She never got another Ukulele
Not a cloud was in the sky
As New York harbour sank down out of sight
All the glad hands waved good bye
Hers where covering her eyes
My Great Grandfather’s future bride leaning over the side and shouting

Stop this ship
Somebody better go over board for me
They just dropped my Ukulele
Down in the deep dark cold Atlantic Ocean.