No booze no one, til the work's all done
It's no fun to be a sailor's son
No booze no one, til the work's all done
It's no fun to be a fiddler's son
We sit and pass the bottle around, bottle around, bottle around
The fog rolls in as the sun goes down, sun goes down, sun goes down
We discuss the meaning of life, of war and peace and peace and love
If we believe in hell or a heaven above
Yum di diddly die dum
The Lament of a sailor's son
Tura lura loddie
We're all gonna die, each and every one
As we sit the bottle down, bottle down, bottle down
The pipes be quiet back in town, back in town, back in town
Hoist the sails and the whale fish blow, whale fish blow, whale fish blow
Preacher, fiddler, the sailor's son all gonna die everyone
Yum di diddly die dum
The Lament of a sailor's son
Tura lura loddie
We're all gonna die, each and every one
No booze no one, til the work's all done
It's no fun to be a sailor's son
No booze no one, til the work's all done
It's no fun to be a fiddler's son

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