•    The Flu Pandemic   

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    Many, many years Greg Henkel wrote a song about the 1918 Flu Pandemic that killed over 20 million people worldwide.

    The Flu Pandemic song became one of our most popular performance pieces. Despite the grim subject matter, the song is often referred to as “a happy little ditty about death” and brings smiles and laughter to those who hear it.

    The current swine flu outbreak has generated a lot of interest in the song and is driving a lot of traffic to the band web site.

    The song is available on our Loch Ness Monster CD which is available @ amazon.com or from us directly.

    Interestingly enough, there is a live version of the song that was recorded at Rockefeller’s during Son Of Blarneyfest in 1996 that I almost forgot existed. It predates the Loch Ness Monster studio recording by several years.

    You can listen to it here

    Or the studio version here

    And there’s the version with the fan made video that’s quite entertaining

    The Flu Pandemic

    Copyright 1999 Topmast Productions and the Flying Fish Sailors

    Chorus: It was the Flu pandemic
    And it swept the whole world wide
    It caught soldiers and civilians
    And they died, died, died!
    Whether they’re lying in the trenches
    Or lying in their beds
    Twenty million of them got it
    And they’re dead, dead, dead!

    There was a soldier on the battleground in 1917
    He turned there to his buddy with his face a ghastly green
    He said “We made it both through Passchendaele, the Somme, and Flanders too
    But now my number’s up my lad for I’ve gone and caught the flu”

    chorus

    Well a nurse was in the hospital when Tommy was brought in
    When he sneezed she caught a face full that was flying in the wind
    She wrote a letter home to England to tell them of her plight
    But the letter never got there ’cause the postman too had died

    chorus

    From the meadow-lands of Somerset and o’er the bounding main
    To the shores of old Americay they sung the same refrain
    Mothers, fathers, uncles and aunts as well as the odd nephew
    Brothers and sisters and bosses and lovers were all got by the flu

    chorus

    Well a farmer out in China watched his family dropping down
    And a businessman in Cairo hit the street without a sound
    And an eager little Bolshevik in old Sevastopol couldn’t keep up his grinnin’ at Lenin as Comrade Virus took its toll