A Sailor's Prayer This dirty town has been my home Since last time I was sailing But I'll not stay another day I'd rather go a-whalin' Chorus: O-O-Oh, Lord above send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throat of them there blokes What sells bad beer to sailors (That's me! ha ha) Paid off me score and then ashore Me money soon was flyin' With Judy Lee upon my knee (Lucky Girl!) And in my ear a-lyin'! (chorus) With me new-found friends (Ay, Laddie) Me money spends Just as fast as winkin' But when I'm made to clean the slate The landlord says, "Keep Drinkin" (chorus) Six months of pay gone in three days (Ugh_) And Judy she ain't a-grievin' So tomorrow morn, I'll sail for The Horn Just as the dawn is breakin' (chorus) So for one last trip from shore I'll ship (Right) But next time back, I'm swearin' I'll settle down in my hometown And go no more Seafarin' (chorus x 2) What sells bad beer to sailors |
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