Titres les plus populaires de The Fisherman's Friends
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
The Fisherman's Friends
Interprète
Rupert Christie
Programmation
Jon Cleave
Chant
Jeremy Brown
Chant
John McDonnell
Chant
John Lethbridge
Chant
Jason Nicholas
Chant
Pete Hicks
Chant
Toby Lobb
Chant
Bill Hawkins
Chant
Julian Brown
Chant
John Brown
Chant
Nigel Sherratt
Chant
Trevor Grills
Chant
Simon Johnson
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Tom Lewis
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Rupert Christie
Ingénierie de mixage
Sam Burden
Ingénierie de mixage
Marcus Locock
Ingénierie
Paroles
My father always 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, aboard a man o' war
But now I find 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
Just get your civies ready for another run ashore
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore
The killick of our mess, he says we got it soft
It wasn't like this in his day when he was up aloft
We like our bunks and sleeping bags, and 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
Just get your civies 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
With some more technology, the engine went around
We know our 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
Just get your civies ready for another run ashore
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore
They gave us an Aldiss lamp, so we could do it right
They gave us a radio to signal day and night
We know our codes and ciphers, but what's a semaphore?
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
Just get your civies ready for another run ashore
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore
Two cans of beer a day and that's your bleeding lot
They gave us an extra one because we swabbed the top
So get on our civvy clothes, you'll 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
Just get your civies 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
Just get your civies ready for another run ashore
A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore
Writer(s): Tom Lewis
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