The Lowestoft Boat

Lyrics

In Lowestoft a boat was laid Mark well what I do say! And she was built for the herring trade But she has gone a-rovin', a-rovin', a-rovin' The Lord knows where! They gave her Government coal to burn And a Q.F. gun at bow and stern And sent her out a-rovin', a-rovin', a-rovin' The Lord knows where! Her skipper was mate of a bucko ship Which always killed one man per trip So he is used to rovin', rovin', rovin' The Lord knows where! Her mate was skipper of a chapel in Wales And so he fights in topper and tails -- Religi-ous tho' rovin', rovin', rovin' The Lord knows where! Her engineer is fifty-eight So he's prepared to meet his fate Which ain't unlikely rovin', rovin', rovin' The Lord knows where! Her leading-stoker's seventeen So he don't know what the judgments means Unless he cops 'em rovin', rovin', rovin' The Lord knows where! Her cook was chef in the Lost Dogs' Home Mark well what I do say! And I'm sorry for Fritz when they all come A-rovin', a-rovin', aroarin' and a-rovin' Round the North Sea rovin' The Lord knows where!