Текст песни Four Hours - The Longest Johns

Come me boys and heave with me
Let's get off this cursed sea
Let's be home to lovers and wives
And leave behind these four hour lives

Four hours
Workin' on the swell
Four hours
Sloggin' in the rain
Four hours
Workin' to the bell
Then four hours
'Til it starts again

Come me boys and heave with me
The wind's my friend and my enemy
It carries me home, but it must be tamed
Everything lost or everything gained

Four hours
Workin' on the swell
Four hours
Sloggin' in the rain
Four hours
Workin' to the bell
Then four hours
'Til it starts again

Come me boys and heave with me
Got scabrous hands and bloody knees
But when the bell tolls, I'll go below
My hands will callous, and my strength will grow

Four hours
Workin' on the swell
Four hours
Sloggin' in the rain
Four hours
Workin' to the bell
Then four hours
'Til it starts again

Come me boys and heave away
Soaked and heavy heaving under the spray
Will I ever shed this salt on my brow?
Better the dust from under my plow

Four hours
Workin' on the swell
Four hours
Sloggin' in the rain
Four hours
Workin' to the bell
Then four hours
'Til it starts again

When I'm back in Bristol town
I'll buy my love a silken gown
We'll lie in each others arms and rest
Until that bell sounds in my chest

Four hours
Workin' on the swell
Four hours
Sloggin' in the rain
Four hours
Workin' to the bell
Then four hours
'Til it starts again

Four hours
Haulin' on the sheets
Four hours
Keepin' our feet
Four hours
Wrap me in the shroud
And four hours
Lay me in the ground