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The Little Sailor
             
Skipping up the rigging on nimble feet
Standing on the yard arm in the cold and sleet
And biscuits and weevils is the only thing to eat
For Coylers the sailor man.
               
Sitting down below with the rest of the crew
Playing, I spy, with old blind Pugh
Sailing to the land of the kangaroo
It's Coylers the sailor man.
                 
Scrubbing the deck 'till his knees are raw
A ship board lawyer, laying down the law
Got a leg amputated by a rusty saw
It's Coylers the sailor man.
                    
Dancing a horn pipe with Bosun Molloy
Who says,  "You seem like very a nice boy."
Just in time,  "Ship Ahoy!"
For Coylers the sailor man.
                 
Skipping up the rigging on ricket legs
Eating salt beef stored in filthy kegs
And drinking the rum down to the dregs
It's Coylers the sailor man.
                           
Lying in your hammock while a gale does blow
Write a letter home to your good friend Joe
Trying to keep your balance while you use the po
Coylers the sailor man.
                
Tied to the wheel with a marlin spike
Muttering, "This! I do not like"
And wondering if anyone at home is riding your bike
Coylers the sailor man.
       
Skipping up the rigging in the middle of a gale
Trying to haul in the big main sail
Watching the spouts of the great blue whale
Coylers the sailor man.
         
The crew are cut throats to a man
Hoping and praying to soon spot land
Screaming like a girl at a wayward hand
Coylers the sailor man.
                                 
The captain is a brute, he's only got one eye
He's worse that Charles Laughton who was Captain Bligh
And why does he keep winking oh so sly
At Coylers the sailor man.
                    
Skipping up the rigging in the dead of night
A mutiny below and a hell of a fight
Huddled in the crows nest filled with fright
It's Coylers the sailor man.
              
But stall the weddin' 'twas a bad nightmare
I'm lying in my bed in my underwear
And there's wee Sooty my childhood bear
I'm not Coylers the sailor man.
          
I'll never, never pine to go sailing on the sea
I love to work with Gerry, who's been very good to me
I shine his shoes and I make his tea
For I'm Coylers the gopher man!.
         
He's Coylers the sailor man
He's Coylers the sailor man
You will find him at home
And not over the foam
He's Coylers the sailor man.
PEEP!--PEEP!
                     
And with that we return you to Songs Of Praise.
Please be aware of flash photography, nudity and very strong language right from the start

06/10/09

 

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