The Fisherman's Friends - A Sailor Ain't A Sailor Lyrics

Lyrics A Sailor Ain't A Sailor - The Fisherman's Friends



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



Writer(s): Tom Lewis


The Fisherman's Friends - Home From The Sea
Album Home From The Sea
date of release
01-01-2002



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