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    The Shabby Years

     

    Once we shipped aboard a trainer

    Midshipmen with pale hands

    Bright young buckles in the sunshine

    Haul away to distant lands

    Now we gather in the parlour

    Telling stories from the past

    Circumnavigate the table

    Turn a memory, raise a glass

     

    Here an admiral, there a captain

    Bible-bound and dim with beer

    Ticking clocks and landlocked sailors

    Counting down the shabby years

     

    Once we shipped aboard a frigate

    Sailed at Ushant in the van

    Mustered all in blue and bloodstains

    Did the work of thirty men

    Now we sit and watch the weather

    All along the harbour wall

    Classifying brig and barque

    Till sunset strikes the dog watch bell

     

    Once we shipped aboard a slaver

    Dirty work for bitter hands

    Every voyage a kind of failure

    Haul away to Guinea sands

    Haul away to Guinea sands

    Haul away to Guinea sands

     

     

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