Sailor's Prayer
(Or as I like to title it, 'Still sitting here because I'm enjoying myself alone in front of my computer waiting for anyone at all to wake up while also still drinking a truly delightful Irish whiskey')
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 throats of them there blokes
What 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
Oh Lord above, send down a dove,
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes
What sells bad beer to sailors
With newfound friends, my money spent oh just as fast as winking
But when I make to clean the slate, the landlord says, "Keep Drinking"
Oh Lord above, send down a dove,
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes
What sells bad beer to sailors
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
Oh Lord above, send down a dove,
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes
What sells bad beer to sailors
When the crimp comes round, I'll take his pound
and his hand oh I'll be shaking
Tomorrow morn sail for the Horn just as dawn is breaking
Oh Lord above, send down a dove,
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes
What sells bad beer to sailors
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
Oh Lord above, send down a dove,
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes
What sells bad beer to sailors
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 throats of them there blokes
What 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
Oh Lord above, send down a dove,
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes
What sells bad beer to sailors
With newfound friends, my money spent oh just as fast as winking
But when I make to clean the slate, the landlord says, "Keep Drinking"
Oh Lord above, send down a dove,
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes
What sells bad beer to sailors
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
Oh Lord above, send down a dove,
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes
What sells bad beer to sailors
When the crimp comes round, I'll take his pound
and his hand oh I'll be shaking
Tomorrow morn sail for the Horn just as dawn is breaking
Oh Lord above, send down a dove,
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes
What sells bad beer to sailors
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
Oh Lord above, send down a dove,
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes
What sells bad beer to sailors