Sailor's Prayer

by Tom Lewis



This dirty town has been my home since last time I was sailing

But I'll not stay another day, I'd sooner be out whaling



Oh Lord above, send down a dove,

With beak as sharp as razors

To cut the throat of them there blokes

Who sells bad beer to sailors



Paid off me score and them ashore, me money soon was flying

With Judy Lee upon my knee in my ear a lying



With my newfound friends, my money spent just as fast as winking

But when I make to clean the slate, the landlord says, "Keep Drinking"



With me money gone and clothes in pawn and Judy set for leaving

Six months of pay gone in three days, but Judy isn't grieving

When the crimp comes round, I'll take his pound

and his hand I'll be shaking

Tomorrow morn sail for the Horn just as dawn is breaking



So for one last trip from port I'll ship but next time back I'm swearing

I'll settle down in my hometown and go no more seafaring



written by Tom Lewis

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