I was sixteen now and full of life, life was full of things to see Grown up in my little town and only seen Torquay So it's off I went to Newton Abbot
A's for the anchor that lies at our bow B's for the bowsprit and the jibs all lie low C's for the capstan we all run around D's for the davits to lower
John Lee, your headache's growing, the cold wind's blowing But the sea's without a ripple John Lee, your forehead's damp, your muscles cramp And the sea
"The world has surely lost it's head, the news is full of crimes There's robberies in The Telegraph and there's murders in The Times And always more obituaries
The time is near for things to pass, the time for me to leave But as I lie hear all alone, I really can't believe That twenty years I've spent on earth
There's a tiny little window and the sun comes shining through Dancing with the dust that's in my cell There's a sparrow sitting on the sill and he stays
(Sandy Denny, Jerry Donahue) Morning shone among the shadows Sunlight bled upon the silence From the blackest night Must come the morning sky But yesterday
Wake up John, it's time to go Come along John and don't be slow Come along John, don't be slow Wake up John, it's time to go
"Lee," the sargeant said to me, "acting on my discretion It is my solemn duty to arrest you on suspicion" They put me in a carriage, I was driven many
Come all you wild young men and a warning take by me Never lead your single life astray or into bad company As I myself have done, being all in the month
Don't say you caught me, if you don't need me Then I'll walk away, come on make up your mind Don't try to use me or cry to confuse me 'cause I know your
(Trevor Lucas, Roach) Born between a river and a railroad Restlessness has ruled me since I can't remember when There's something in the wind seems to
A holiday, a holiday And the first one of the year Lord Donald's wife came into the church The Gospel for to hear And when the meeting it was done She
Ye gentlemen of high renown, come listen unto me That takes delight in fox hunting by every degree A story I will tell to you, concerning of a fox Near
When the stone is grown too cold to kneel In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good
I do hate to see a rover crippled in the stones Now he's one step nearer to the ground And I do hate to see a hawker broken in the bones (Chorus) Sickness
Little did I think when the judge first spoke Those awful words to me That I would feel again the cold winds blow And a heart would beat in 'Babbacombe
I am a sailor, both stout and strong To a goodly vessel I do belong Well guard and anchored and well equipped Sir William Gower and a very fine ship Our