Lyrics : Tom Lewis
Music : Tom Lewis
Well, me father often told me when I was just a lad
A sailor’s life is very hard, the food is always bad
But now I’ve joined the navy, I’m aboard a man-o-war
And now I’ve found a sailor ain’t a sailor any more
Don’t haul on the rope, and don’t climb up the mast
And if you see a sailing ship it might be your last
Just get your civvies ready for another run ashore
A sailor ain’t a sailor, ain’t a sailor any more
Well, the killick of our mess, he says we had it soft
It wasn’t like that in his day when he were up aloft
We like our bunks and sleeping-bags, but what’s a hammock for?
Swinging from the deckhead or lying on the floor?
Don’t haul on the rope, and don’t climb up the mast
And if you see a sailing ship it might be your last
Just get your civvies ready for another run ashore
A sailor ain’t a sailor, ain’t a sailor any more
They gave us an engine that first went up and down
And then with more technology the engine went around
We know our steam and diesels, but what’s a mainyard for?
A stoker ain’t a stoker with a shovel any more
Don’t haul on the rope, and don’t climb up the mast
And if you see a sailing ship it might be your last
Just get your civvies ready for another run ashore
A sailor ain’t a sailor, ain’t a sailor any more
And two cans of beer a day, and that’s your bleeding lot
And now I’ve got an extra one because they stopped the tot
So we’ll put on our civvy clothes and find a pub ashore
A sailor’s just a sailor, just like he was before
Don’t haul on the rope, and don’t climb up the mast
And if you see a sailing ship it might be your last
Just get your civvies ready for another run ashore
A sailor ain’t a sailor, ain’t a sailor any more
Don’t haul on the rope, and don’t climb up the mast
And if you see a sailing ship it might be your last
Just get your civvies ready for another run ashore
A sailor ain’t a sailor, ain’t a sailor any more