THE SEVEN SEAS: THE LINER SHE’S A LADY
The Liner she’s a lady, an’
she never looks nor ’eeds
The Man-o’-War’s ’er
‘usband, an’ ’e gives ’er all
she needs;
But, oh, the little cargo-boats, that
sail the wet seas roun’,
They’re just the same as you an’
me a-plyin’ up an’ down!
Plyin’
up an’ down, Jenny, ‘angin’ round
the Yard,
All the
way by Fratton tram down to Portsmouth ’Ard;
Anythin’
for business, an’ we’re growin’ old
Plyin’
up an’ down, Jenny, waitin’ in the cold!
The Liner she’s a lady by the paint
upon ’er face,
An’ if she meets an accident they
count it sore disgrace:
The Man-o’-War’s ’er
’usband, and ’e’s always ’andy
by,
But, oh, the little cargo-boats! they’ve
got to load or die.
The Liner she’s a lady, and ‘er
route is cut an’ dried;
The Man-o’-War’s ’er
‘usband, an’ ’e always keeps beside;
But, oh, the little cargo-boats that ’aven’t
any man,
They’ve got to do their business
first, and make the most they can!
The Liner she’s a lady, and if a
war should come,
The Man-o’-War’s ’er
’usband, and ’e’d bid ’er stay
at home;
But, oh, the little cargo-boats that fill
with every tide!
’E’d ‘ave to up
an’ fight for them, for they are England’s
pride.
The Liner she’s a lady, but if she
wasn’t made,
There still would be the cargo-boats for
‘ome an’ foreign trade.
The Man-o’-War’s ’er
’usband, but if we wasn’t ’ere,
’E wouldn’t have to fight
at all for ‘ome an’ friends so dear.
‘Ome
an’ friends so dear, Jenny, ‘angin’
round the Yard,
All the
way by Fratton tram down to Portsmouth ’Ard;
Anythin’
for business, an’ we’re growin’ old
‘Ome
an’ friends so dear, Jenny, waitin’ in
the cold!