43 - Last ShantyWords by Traditional
Tune by Traditional
Well me father often 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, I’m aboard a man-o-war
And now I’ve found a sailor ain’t a sailor any more
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
Well the killock of our mess he says we’ve had it soft
It wasn’t like this in his day when he was up aloft
We like our bunks and sleeping bags, but what’s a hammock for?
Swinging from the deckhead, or lying on the floor?
Well they gave us an engine that first went up and down
Then with 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.
Well they gave us Aldiss lamp so we could do it right
They gave us a radio, we signaled day and night
We know our codes and cyphers but what’s a semaphore?
A bunting-tosser doesn’t toss the bunting anymore
Two cans of beer a day and that’s your bleeding lot
Now we get an extra one because they’ve stopped the tot
So we’ll put on our civvie clothes and find a pub ashore
A sailor’s still a sailor just like he was before