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The young lad sat in the old school room
To him the place felt like a tomb
He knew that he would be leaving soon
He felt restless

He got a job on the factory floor
This just seemed to be a bore
So he quit when he could take no more
The world was there to see

He packed his gear in an ancient grip
And set out on an adventure trip
To the Pool of London to join a ship
And ran away to sea

Ten men packed in a cabin tight
Snoring and breaking wind all night
But he could cope with this all right
He was on the move

Soon they were landing on foreign shores
Where they took on cargo and fresh stores
And drank and brawled and slept with whores
Then off again to sea

He saw the turtles and sharks and whale
Ships under steam and under sail
Felt both the roll of a force ten gale
And the calm of an island lee

He thought of lads he had left at school
On the factory floor or playing pool
Knowing that they would be missing it all
Glad he wasn’t with them

Through Suez or the Panama
Rio or to Zanzibar
Nowhere seemed to be too far
To tie up at a quay

He crossed the Great Australian Bight
Where gigantic waves all toped with white
Sparkling with Phosphorescent light
Came crashing over the foc’sle

He’d watched lovely Polynesian girls
Diving naked in search of pearls
The vision blurred as the water swirls
Some vision

He’d stood on deck when a seamen died
Watched the corpse slipped over the side
Sinking slowly under the tide
Gone forever

He’d sailed beneath the Golden Gate
By Alkatraz where the convicts wait
All hoping to dodge a grisly fate
Electric chair

He’d seen bars explode in a vicious fight
Or sometimes sat on a tropic night 
Watching fireflies flash iridescent light
How relaxing

He’d seen men crazy through too much dope
Sailed round the horn and the cape of hope
Been offered a woman for a bar of soap
That’s poverty

He travelled the globe both far and nigh
From the Norway fjord to old Shanghai 
This was the life of sea and sky
This was the life for he

He’d met with the hero and with the liar
Saw the sun go down like a ball of fire
Thought of this life he would never tire
Things were changing
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