Written by Cyril Tawney
Roll on the drums, oh! me time has come
Let’s get it over with before I start to hum in
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Six feet of mud, six feet of mud,
Nine fathoms of water and six feet of mud.
Haul down the flag and sew up the bag
One consolation-the wife can’t nag me in
[Chorus]
Fire the last salute and slide me down the chute
But don’t send me overboard in me tiddly suit into
[Chorus]
Sound the last post and pray for me ghost
For in three day’s time I’ll be washed up on the coast
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There’s a billet to let and I hope you don’t forget
To break the news to Greenburgh’s I’m in Crown debt
[Chorus]
In a year on this tub it’s me first green rub
And there ain’t a man among you can do me a sub
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I said to the doc “It’s a race against the clock
‘Cos in three hours time we’ll be in dry dock