Deep down in his trench,
The private dreamed,
Of sailing on the sea,
Riding the waves! A wind at his face!
But when his feet ran up the shore,
That dream had turned quite pale!
Even if he did rather he flee,
He would wind up at the rail!
But even though his love of the sea,
Was never meant to be!
As he sits in his trench,
You can hear that poor lad sing!
"Yo Ho Ho! It's the Sailors Life for Me!
A foggy old trench,
A stone for a bench,
Is not my cup of tea!"
"Yo Ho Ho! Sailing light and free!"
If only it's barely a dream.
A soldier's life is no life,
For the son of a sailor's son!
Marching to here! Marching to there!
But when his company sailed to war,
His ship had not left the bay!
The boy became ill, ever so ill,
Even the seagulls turned away!
But even though his love of the sea,
Was never meant to be!
As he sits in his trench,
You can hear the poor lad sing!
"Yo Ho Ho! It's the Sailors Life for Me!
A foggy old trench,
A stone for a bench,
Is not my cup of tea!"
"Yo Ho Ho! Sailing light and free!"
If only it's barely a dream.
Thar she blows!
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