JACK'S YARNS: A COIL OF HOSE (1915)

Disgrifiad

Dyddiad: 5 Awst 1915

Trawsysgrif:

A COIL OF HOSE.

I rubbed my eyes: "Why, bless my heart,
But there he goes once more,
And always with a coil, of hose;
I wonder how much more
The man requires; his garden must
Be big as an estate.
He soon will have some miles of hose,
A-buying at this rate."

The first time that I noticed him
Was many months ago,
A coil of hose he carried then,
'Long with a garden hoe.
Some gardener I took him for,
And didn't give the man
A second thought. Next time we met
He had a watering-can.

[Mae’r cartŵn yn dangos Jack yn edrych ar ddyn efo pibell dŵr.]
He always had a coil of hose.

Since then I've often seen the chap
Apassing by my door,
And noticed that another coil
Of hose he always bore.
Most times he had some garden tools,
But goodness only knows
Why every time he went to town
He bought more garden hose!

And here he was again! I rubbed
My eyes. "Great Scot!" says I,
"I dunno 'bout his garden tools,
But he's a big supply
Of hose-pipe; why, he's got enough,
I've not the slightest doubt,
To water all the gardens, aye,
For miles all round about."

[Mae’r cartŵn yn dangos bwthyn ar lan y môr.]
The cottage by the cliff.

It started me athinking, and
I reckoned some fine day,
When I had nothing else to do,
A visit I would pay,
And see the use he put it to.
What a surprise I got,
When I did go; his garden, lor'!
Was but a tiny plot!

'Twas at the bottom of the cliff—
In fact, the tide washed round
His garden wall, and, as I stood,
I heard a curious sound
As of a pump in motion, and
It sounded powerful too.
Whatever was he up to? And
I still more curious grew.

[Mae’r cartŵn yn dangos Jack yn cerdded.]
I started back.

'Twas low tide, so that I could walk,
'Twixt garden wall and sea.
I started round, them stopped. "Hullo!
Whatever can it be?"
It seemed an eel deep in the sand,
But when I closer goes,
I found—what do you think it was?—
A stretch o' garden hose!

Right through the garden wall it came,
And stretched beneath the sea,
What purpose could it serve? And then
An idea flashed on me.
I took my knife and made a hole—
Petrol, without a doubt!
I hurried to the harbour, and
My motor-boat got out.

[Mae’r cartŵn yn dangos Jack yn ei gwch modur.]
The other end of the hose.

Yes, I was right, the other end
Was buoyed up miles at sea,
Ready for German submarines,
Who knew where it would be.
The hound on shore had sold his soul
For dirty German gold!
A pretty plot 'twas found to be
When everything was told.

That night one of our T.B.D.'s
Was lying near the spot,
And, when a German sub. came up
They sank her with a shot.
Next day she sank two more, and then
They must have smelt a rat,
For, though we cruised there for a week,
No more came after that.



Ffynhonnell:
McMann, W. ‘Jack’s Yarns: "A Coil of Hose”.’ The Brecon County Times. 5 Awst 1915. 7.

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