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[Primeira Parte]
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My father often told me, when I was just a lad
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A sailor's life was very hard, the food was always bad
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But now I've joined the navy, I'm on board a man-o-war
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And now I find a sailor ain't a sailor any more!
[Refrão]
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Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast
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If you see a sailing ship, it might be your last
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Get your civvies ready for another run ashore
G A D G
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more!
[Segunda Parte]
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The 'killick' of our mess, he says we've had it soft
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It wasn't like this in his day, when he was up aloft
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We like our bunks and sleeping bags, but what's a hammock for?
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Swinging from the deckhead, or lying on the floor?
[Refrão]
G
Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast
A D
If you see a sailing ship, it might be your last
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Get your civvies ready for another run ashore
A D G
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more!
[Terceira Parte]
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They gave us an engine that first went up and down
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Then with more technology the engine went around
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We're good with steam and diesel, but what's a mainyard for?
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A stoker ain't a stoker with a shovel any more!
[Refrão]
G
Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast
A D
If you see a sailing ship, it might be your last
G
Get your civvies ready for another run ashore
G A D G
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more!
[Quarta Parte]
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They gave us an Aldis Lamp, we can do it right
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They gave us a radio, we signal day and night
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We know our codes and ciphers, but what's a 'sema' for?
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A 'bunting-tosser' doesn't toss the bunting any more!
[Refrão]
G
Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast
A D
If you see a sailing ship, it might be your last
G
Get your civvies ready for another run ashore
G A D G
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more!
[Quinta Parte]
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They gave us a radar set to pierce the fog and gloom
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So now the lookout's sitting in a tiny darkened room
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Loran does navigation, the Sonar says how deep
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The Jimmy's three sheets to the wind, the Skipper's fast asleep
[Refrão]
G
Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast
A D
If you see a sailing ship, it might be your last
G
Get your civvies ready for another run ashore
G A D G
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more!
[Sexta Parte]
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Two cans of beer a day, that's your bleeding lot!
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But now we get an extra one because they stopped the tot
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So, we'll put on our civvy-clothes and find a pub ashore
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A sailor's still a sailor, just like he was before!
[Refrão]
G
Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast
A D
If you see a sailing ship, it might be your last
G
Get your civvies ready for another run ashore
G A D G
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more!
