Leave Her, Johnny, Leave Her
Stan Rogers' lyrics (mostly)
- Oh, I thought I heard the old man say,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her,
- It's a long, hard pull to the next payday
And it's time for us to leave her.
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her,
For the voyage is done and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her!
- Oh, pull you lubbers or you'll get no pay,
- Oh, pull you lubbers and then belay
- Oh, the winds were foul and the work was hard,
- From the Liverpool dock to the London yard
- Oh, the skipper was bad, but the mate was worse.
- He'd blow you down with a spike and a curse
- It was rotten meat and moldy bread,
- You'd eat it or you'd starve to death
- Well it's time for us to say goodbye,
- For now those pumps are all pumped dry