CHORUS

Oh lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors,

To cut the throats of them there blokes what sells bad beer to sailors!

This dirty town has been my home since last time I was sailing,

But I'll not stay another day, I'd sooner go out whaling,

Paid off m' 'score' and then ashore, m' money soon was flying,

With Judy Lee upon my knee and in my ear she's lying.

CHORUS

With m' new-found friends, m' money spends, just as fast as winking,

But when I make to clear the slate the landlord says: "Keep drinking!".

With m' payoff gone, m' clothes in pawn and Judy set for leaving,

Six months' of pay's gone in three days but Judy isn't grieving.

CHORUS

When the crimp comes round I'll take his pound and his hand I'll be shaking,

Tomorrow morn' sail for The Horn just as the dawn is breaking.

For one last trip from port I'll ship but next time back I'm swearing,

I'll settle down in my home town, no more I'll go seafaring.

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