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What Does A Sailor Care? (from "A Good Blow-Out For Four-Pence")

Hetty King1 Jan 2000

What Does A Sailor Care? (from "A Good Blow-Out For Four-Pence") Lyrics

What Does A Sailor Care? - Hetty King/Marie Lloyd/Rosie Lloyd/Daisy Wood

Once more ashore with pals galore

 

I've had a wonderful time

 

The storms at sea are rough but gee

They'll be some dirty work tonight

 

Still the storm may rage and blow

 

What does the sailor care

Let it hail or rain or snow

What does the sailor care

When it comes to lady loves

You'll never beat a tar

 

Short or tall he gets them all

Well you know what sailors are

 

If he's on the sea or shore

What does the sailor care

For the cannon's deadly roar

What does the sailor care

And if he's wrecked on a desert isle

Where a girls prospects are bare

Well Nelson only lost one eye

So what does a sailor care

 

If he meets a Frenchie maid

What does the sailor care

Though a scandal may be laid

What does the sailor care

 

If the pretty maiden murmurs

Comment allez vous

He says well I might do

But it all depends on you

If the Captain's first ashore

What does the sailor care

On the land there's skirts galore

What does the sailor care

When flirting with the Zulu girls

If the strings of beads they wear

Well he can easily cut the strings

What does the sailor care

 

If the seas run mountains high

What does the sailor care

They'll come down by and by

So what does the sailor care

If he says I'll kiss the first

Thing in a skirt I see

Well it's awkward if the first thing

Is a Scotsman from Dundee

If he knows there's rocks about

Well what does a sailor care

If a big wave knocks him out

Well what does a sailor care

And if he die and go below

And meets old Nick down there

Well he's been a stoker all his life

So What does a sailor care

 

We're rough we're tough

We're real hot stuff

But our hearts just long

For home sweet home

 

'Cos the time comes

When you get fed up with

The saucy dames

That hang around you

With their painted lips

 

And their snakey hips

 

Oh look out when they

Have their arms around you

They pinch your dough

And away they go

 

Till in the local clink they find you

 

That's the time you'll long

For your home sweet home

And the wife and kids

 

You've left behind you

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