Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Verse 1: G My father often told me, when I was just a lad, A D A sailor's life was very hard, the food was always bad; G But now I've joined the navy, I'm on board a man-o-war, A D G And now I find a sailor ain't a sailor any more! Chorus: G Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast, A D If you see a sailing ship, it might be your last; G
Get your civvies ready for another run ashore, G A D G A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more! Verse 2: G The 'killick' of our mess, he says we've had it soft, G A D It wasn't like this in his day, when he was up aloft; G We like our bunks and sleeping bags, but what's a hammock for? G A D G Swinging from the deckhead, or lying on the floor? Chorus: G Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast, A D If you see a sailing ship, it might be your last; G Get your civvies ready for another run ashore, A D G A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more! Verse 3: G G They gave us an engine that first went up and down, G A D Then with more technology the engine went around; G We're good with steam and diesel, but what's a mainyard for? A D G A stoker ain't a stoker with a shovel any more! Chorus: G Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast, A D If you see a sailing ship, it might be your last; G Get your civvies ready for another run ashore, G A D G A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more! Verse 4: G They gave us an Aldis Lamp, we can do it right, G A D They gave us a radio, we signal day and night; G We know our codes and ciphers, but what's a 'sema' for? A D G A 'bunting-tosser' doesn't toss the bunting any more! Chorus: G Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast, A D If you see a sailing ship, it might be your last; G Get your civvies ready for another run ashore, G A D G A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more! Verse 5: G They gave us a radar set to pierce the fog and gloom, A D So now the lookout's sitting in a tiny darkened room; G Loran does navigation, the Sonar says how deep, A D G The Jimmy's three sheets to the wind, the Skipper's fast asleep. Chorus: G Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast, A D If you see a sailing ship, it might be your last; G Get your civvies ready for another run ashore, G A D G A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more! Verse 6: G Two cans of beer a day, that's your bleeding lot! A D But now we get an extra one because they stopped the tot; G So, we'll put on our civvy-clothes and find a pub ashore, A D G A sailor's still a sailor, just like he was before! Chorus: G Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast, A D If you see a sailing ship, it might be your last; G Get your civvies ready for another run ashore, G A D G A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more!