The Cantata I mentioned in an earlier post - and thanks to those who replied to my first request and provided the essential information together with other useful comments - is now almost completed and, in one of the lighter moments, I have included reference to one or two popular war time songs.
However, I can recall seeing (in a post war film about aircrew in WW2) a scene in the mess when a pilot was walking round with a pint of beer balanced on his head whilst his fellow pilots were "egging" him on and singing "Who will be the Muffin Man"!
Before I include it (as a musical quote) can anyone confirm that this was a typical mess activity and, particularly, the use of the above song?
I can confirm that at the Officer's Mess on 101 Squadron at Ludford Magna, Lincs, during the summer and fall of 1944 "The Muffin Man" was one of many that aircrew sang.
A couple of years ago, I asked a friend who was on the squadron about these wartime mess songs and he immediately began singing:
Do you know the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man Do you know the Muffin Man who lives on Drury Lane?
I had seen a movie from 1941, a spy movie. One scene had a group of men in a bar at a table singing the muffin man song. At one point one of the men put the mug of beer on his head singing the song and of course the mug of beer fell off. It made me think what was the purpose, what was goal? The movie was directed by Billy Wilder, actully it was only the second movie he directed.
after a bit of googling, in the movie 'Reach for the Sky' the Muffin Man song is heard as part of an RAF officers mess game where each player sings a verse while balancing a glass of beer on his head.
When I was a child my father used to sing the refrain of this one to me.
In the year anno domini one nine four one
Operations decide there was job to be done
Could have been Dusseldorf or Bremen or Hamm?
But the laddies in 5 group did not give a damn
As they went into briefing the COs did call
Therell be plenty of fighters/searchlights but no flak at all.
No flak, no flak at all. Plenty of searchlights but no flak at all
As 50 squadron Hampdens went out to bomb Kiel
The aircrew as usual had not had its meal
And as they crossed Texel the gunner did cry
Theres a Messerschmitt fighter .. port quarter and high
No flak, no flak at all. Plenty of searchlights but no flak at all
They looked oer the side .. it was easy to see
The pride of old Goering.. the 109E
There was no sign of panic, no sign of fear,
But they took violent action in defence of the rear
No flak, no flak at all. Plenty of searchlights but no flak at all.
From a night fighters cannon the tracers did shoot
The gunner cried out it had missed by a foot
He blazed off his Vickers, called Jerry rude names
And cheered when the Messerschmitt went down in flames.
No flak, no flak at all. Plenty of searchlights but no flak at all
And over the target down there below
The city was lit by a dull reddish glow.
The observer to the pilot did shout,
Open the bomb doors, let the beggars look out
No flak, no flak at all. Plenty of searchlights but no flak at all
He pressed the old tit and the s**** whistled down
Hurrah cried the gunner, theyre smacking the town
But the natives of Kiel took a rather dim view
And showed there are flak guns there was more than a few.
No flak, no flak at all. Plenty of searchlights but no flak at all
They blazed out their armament, heavy and light,
till the heavens resembled Brocks benefit night.
Each AAs opened up over the drink
And the crew to the observer created a stink
Oh get us a fix to the wops they did yell
If you dont hurry up we will end up in hell
No flak, no flak at all. Plenty of searchlights but no flak at all
Fix was obtained to dm three?
As they went in to pancake they chortled with glee
Shot horrible lines to intelligence blokes
Who give air crew cheer up coffee and smokes
No flak, no flak at all. Plenty of searchlights but no flak at all
Heres a moral for pilots, for gunners and wops
If you want to stay healthy dont do any ops
And if in the next war they want you to fight
Keep your feet on the deck and sleep tight every night
No flak, no flak at all. Plenty of searchlights but no flak at all
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Veni, Vidi, Velcro...I came, I saw, I stuck around
Researching my father's time with 50 Squadron, 97 Squadron, Dulug Luft, Stalag Luft VI, Stalag 357, and Stalag Luft III. http://wallyswar.wordpress.com/