Brian Peters - Sailor's Song lyrics

The first to come in was the captain of the ship A fine young captain was he He formed a song: they'd all done wrong As they sailed on that lonesome sea The stormy winds, let them blow The raging seas, let them roar While we poor sailors are running up the ropes And the landlord is crying out below The next to come in was the lady of the ship A fine young lady was she She said, "I've a husband in New Mexico And tonight he's a-looking for me." The stormy winds, let them blow The raging seas, let them roar While we poor sailors are running up the ropes And the landlord is crying out below The next to come in was the doctor of the ship A fine young doctor was he He told his patients in their beds so low They would sink to the bottom of the sea The stormy winds, let them blow The raging seas, let them roar While we poor sailors are running up the ropes And the landlord is crying out below The next to come in was the drunkard of the ship A wicked old cuss was he He said he didn't give a damn if that boat would never land Let her sink to the bottom of the sea The stormy winds, let them blow The raging seas, let them roar While we poor sailors are running up the ropes And the landlord is crying out below