Sailor’s Prayer

Maritime-themed Song

Words and Music © Tom Lewis

Sung with kind permission of Tom Lewis.

This dirty town has been my home
since last time I was sailing,
But I’ll not stay another day,
I’d sooner be a’whaling,

Oh lord above, send down a dove,
with wings as sharp as razors,
To cut the throats of them there blokes,
what sells bad beer to sailors!

Paid off m’ ‘score’ and then ashore,
m’ money soon was flying,
With Judy Lee all on my knee,
and in my ear a lying. (Chorus:)

With m’ new-found friends, m’ money spends,
just as fast as winking,
But when I make to clear the slate,
the landlord says: “Keep drinking!” (Chorus:)

With m’ payoff gone, and clothes in pawn,
and Judy set for leaving,
Six months’ of pay’s gone in three days,
but Judy isn’t grieving. (Chorus:)

When the crimp comes round I’ll take his pound,
and his hand I’ll be shaking,
Tomorrow morn’ sail for The Horn,
just as the dawn is breaking. (Chorus:)

Well it’s one last trip from port I’ll ship,
but next time back I’m swearing,
I’ll settle down in my home town,
no more I’ll go seafaring. (Chorus:)


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Song Notes

This song is not to be confused with another great song by Rod MacDonald called, “A Sailor’s Prayer.”

Since we started singing this song there has been an evolution of a few minor words; for Tom Lewis’ authentic lyrics and to know how wings became beaks and beaks became wings please visit: