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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Fisherman's Friends
Fisherman's Friends
Künstler:in
Rupert Christie
Rupert Christie
Programmierung
Jon Cleave
Jon Cleave
Stimme und Gesang
Jeremy Brown
Jeremy Brown
Stimme und Gesang
John McDonnell
John McDonnell
Stimme und Gesang
John Lethbridge
John Lethbridge
Stimme und Gesang
Jason Nicholas
Jason Nicholas
Stimme und Gesang
Pete Hicks
Pete Hicks
Stimme und Gesang
Toby Lobb
Toby Lobb
Stimme und Gesang
Bill Hawkins
Bill Hawkins
Stimme und Gesang
Julian Brown
Julian Brown
Stimme und Gesang
John Brown
John Brown
Stimme und Gesang
Nigel Sherratt
Nigel Sherratt
Stimme und Gesang
Trevor Grills
Trevor Grills
Stimme und Gesang
Simon Johnson
Simon Johnson
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tom Lewis
Tom Lewis
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Rupert Christie
Rupert Christie
Mischtechniker:in
Sam Burden
Sam Burden
Mischtechniker:in
Marcus Locock
Marcus Locock
Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

My father always 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 anymore
Don't haul on the rope
Don't climb up the mast
If you see a sailing ship it might be your last
Just get your civies ready for another run ashore
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore
The killick of our mess, he says we got it soft
It wasn't like this in his day when he was up aloft
We like our bunks and sleeping bags, and 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
Just get your civies ready for another run ashore
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore
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 anymore
Don't haul on the rope
Don't climb up the mast
If you see a sailing ship it might be your last
Just get your civies ready for another run ashore
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore
They gave us an Aldiss lamp, so we could 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 anymore
Don't haul on the rope
Don't climb up the mast
If you see a sailing ship it might be your last
Just get your civies ready for another run ashore
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore
Two cans of beer a day and 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
Just get your civies ready for another run ashore
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore
Don't haul on the rope
Don't climb up the mast
If you see a sailing ship it might be your last
Just get your civies ready for another run ashore
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore
Written by: Fisherman's Friends
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