Sea shanty

3 Apr

Behold the filthy sea, she craves
To take all men beneath her waves
To fill their lungs with salty spray
But you won’t get me love, not today.

Oh many men have gone before
To lay down there on the ocean floor
I may be tired and I may be grey
But you won’t get me love, not today.

Now here we are in sight of land
We’ll anchor and set foot on sand
We’ll find a bar and the lads’ll play
And you won’t get me love, not today.

Tomorrow we’ll set sail again
Come sun, come shine, come wind or rain
You might get me and who can say?
Tomorrow is another day.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: