A Sailor Ain't A Sailor
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📜 Lyrics
(The recording has "A 'bunting-tosser' doesn't toss the bunting any
more!" for the first 3 verses,
I've added the correct lyrics for verse 1 and 2)
My father often told me, when I was just a lad,
A sailor's life was very hard, the food was always bad;
But now I've joined the navy, aboard a man-o-war,
But now I find a sailor ain't a sailor any more!
Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast,
If you see a sailing-ship, it might be your last;
Get your civvies ready for another run ashore,
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more!
The 'killick' of our mess, he says we've got it soft,
It wasn't like this in his day, when he was 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, don't climb up the mast,
If you see a sailing-ship, it might be your last;
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,
With some more technology the engine went around;
We know our steam and diesel, but what's a mainyard for?
A stoker ain't a stoker with a shovel any more!
Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast,
If you see a sailing-ship, it might be your last;
Get your civvies ready for another run ashore,
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more!
They gave us an Aldis Lamp, so we can do it right,
They gave us a radio to signal day and night;
We know our codes and ciphers, but what's a semaphore?
A 'bunting-tosser' doesn't toss the bunting any more!
Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast,
If you see a sailing-ship, it might be your last;
Get your civvies ready for another run ashore,
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more!
Two cans of beer a day, that's your bleeding lot!
They gave us an extra one because we swabbed the top;
So, get on our civvy-clothes, you'll find a pub ashore,
A sailor's still a sailor, just like he was before!
Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast,
If you see a sailing-ship, it might be your last;
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, don't climb up the mast,
If you see a sailing-ship, it might be your last;
Get your civvies ready for another run ashore,
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more!
more!" for the first 3 verses,
I've added the correct lyrics for verse 1 and 2)
My father often told me, when I was just a lad,
A sailor's life was very hard, the food was always bad;
But now I've joined the navy, aboard a man-o-war,
But now I find a sailor ain't a sailor any more!
Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast,
If you see a sailing-ship, it might be your last;
Get your civvies ready for another run ashore,
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more!
The 'killick' of our mess, he says we've got it soft,
It wasn't like this in his day, when he was 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, don't climb up the mast,
If you see a sailing-ship, it might be your last;
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,
With some more technology the engine went around;
We know our steam and diesel, but what's a mainyard for?
A stoker ain't a stoker with a shovel any more!
Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast,
If you see a sailing-ship, it might be your last;
Get your civvies ready for another run ashore,
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more!
They gave us an Aldis Lamp, so we can do it right,
They gave us a radio to signal day and night;
We know our codes and ciphers, but what's a semaphore?
A 'bunting-tosser' doesn't toss the bunting any more!
Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast,
If you see a sailing-ship, it might be your last;
Get your civvies ready for another run ashore,
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more!
Two cans of beer a day, that's your bleeding lot!
They gave us an extra one because we swabbed the top;
So, get on our civvy-clothes, you'll find a pub ashore,
A sailor's still a sailor, just like he was before!
Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast,
If you see a sailing-ship, it might be your last;
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, don't climb up the mast,
If you see a sailing-ship, it might be your last;
Get your civvies ready for another run ashore,
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more!