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M' father often told me when I was just a lad

A sailor’s life was very hard, the food was always bad

But now I’ve joined the navy, I’m on board a man-o-war

And now I’ve find 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

Get your civvies ready for another run ashore

A sailor ain’t a sailor, ain’t a sailor anymore

The 'killick' of our mess he says we’ve had it soft

It wasn’t like this in his day when he was up aloft

We like 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

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’re good with steam and diesel 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

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, we can do it right

They gave us a radio, we signaled day and night

We know our codes and cyphers but what’s a 'sema' for?

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

Get your civvies ready for another run ashore

A sailor ain’t a sailor, ain’t a sailor anymore

They gave us a radar set to pierce the fog and gloom

So now the lookout’s sitting in a tiny darkened room

Loran does navigation, the Sonar says how deep

The Jimmy’s 3 sheets to the wind, The Skipper’s fast asleep

Don’t haul on the rope, don’t climb up the mast

If you see a sailing-ship it might be your last

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, that’s your bleeding lot

But now we get an extra one because they’ve stopped The Tot

So we’ll put on our civvie-clothes and find a pub ashore

A sailor’s still 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

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

Get your civvies ready for another run ashore

A sailor ain’t a sailor, ain’t a sailor anymore

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