Rolling Sea
Don’t you see the ships a coming
Don’t you see them in full sail
Don’t you see the ships a coming
With their prizes at the tail
O my little rolling sailor
O my little rolling he
I love my little rolling sailor
When he’s on the rolling sea
Sailors they get all the money
Soldiers they get none but brass
How I love my rolling sailor
Soldiers they can kiss my arse
How can I be blind and marry
With my true love far from me
All those pretty little sailors
Have been pressed and taken to sea
How I wish the press were over
And the wars were at an end
Then every sailor laddie
Would be happy with his friend
When the wars are all over
Peace and plenty come again
Everybody’s sailor laddie
Will come sailing on the main
