4 May 2010 0 Comments

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

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