Seafarers tell yarns -- stories about their experiences at sea and on land. 'The yarns go round and round, and you're not counted a seaman if you can't keep your end up.' 1 Here is a good example -- a yarn told by a British seafarer, remembering his days as an apprentice, when he sailed under Captain Robert Goudey of Yarmouth, Nova Scotia.
And my recollection of Port Talbot is stacks of pit-props. My impression is that they were about twenty feet high -- I don't suppose they were for a moment, I'd expect they'd be about ten or twelve feet high -- but they seemed to me to go up to the sky ... And we were on that kind of ground where there'd be quite a fabulous lot of coal-dust, and all that, and quite soft walking. And if we would be doing anything we'd be singing.
But as we went along and passed these pit-props we heard a grunt: 'Uuuh! ... Uuuuh!' And as we opened up the angle of the pit-props, we hear the grunt, we turn round, and here's what we knew as a swaddy. And a swaddy in those days was a militiaman, in his red coat and his blue trousers, and here he was copulating with a lady jammed in the corner. We didn't