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37. The last shanty

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Well, me father often told me

when I was just a lad

a sailor's life is very hard,

the food is 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 civvies ready for another run-ashore! A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore!

Well, the killick of our mess,

he says, we had it soft.

It wasn't like that in his days

when we were up aloft.

We know our bunks and sleeping bags

but what's a hammock for?

Swinging from the deckhead

or lying on the floor?

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 civvies ready for another run-ashore! A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore!

They gave us an engine

that first went up and down.

Then with more technology

the engine went around.

We know our steam and diesels

but what's a mainyard for?

A stoker ain't a stoker

with a shovel anymore!

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 civvies ready for another run-ashore! A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore!

They gave us an Aldis-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 semaphor?

A bunting-tosser doesn't toss

the bunting anymore!

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 civvies ready for another run-ashore! A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore!

Two cans of beer a day

and that's our bleeding lot.

And now we've got an extra one

because they stopped The Tot.

So we'll, put on our civvy-clothes

and find a pub ashore!

A sailor's just a sailor

just like he was before!

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 civvies ready for another run-ashore! A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore!

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 civvies ready for another run-ashore! A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore!

o	A sailor ain't a sailor,

o	ain't a sailor anymore!

a man-o-war - ein Kriegsschiff

civvies, civvy-clothes - Zivilkleidung

the killick of our mess - das Schlimmste an unserem Schlamassel

we had it soft - wir haben es locker hingenommen

hammock - Hängematte

bunting-tosser - Flaggengeber (Matrose, der die Signalflaggen setzt)

mainyard - Schnürboden in der Segelwerksatt

Aldis-Lamp - Signallampe zum Morsen

Semaphor - optischer Wind- oder Signalanzeiger

The Tot - Ein Schluck Rum, den die Royal Navy 315 Jahre lang täglich an die Matrosen ausschenkte. Letztmals am 31.7.1970, dem Black Tot Day.

Gesang:	Achim
Instrumente:	Achim
Arrangement:	Achim Bahrenberg
Aufnahme, Bearbeitung, Studio- und Mastermix:	TSDG1

&  Tom Lewis

EMI MUSIC PUBLISHING GERMANY GMBH