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I runned away to sea, dear Mother
To sea I runned away
And now I writes this letter
From far-off in Bombay
CHORUS:
The life of a cabin boy is bad
Oh how I miss ye Mother and Dad
And how I'm wishin' I never had
Runned away to sea
A cabin boy to be
I'm the lowest form o' life aboard
The lowest form I be
The rats down in the bilges
Has got it better than me
From humble seamen to or’ficers
The rope's end's what I get
An’ I'm afeared ol’ Jameson
Will up an' drown'd me yet
CHORUS
The Captain hates the sight o' me
I'll tell ye how I know
Every time he sees me face
The blighter tells me so
The bloody bosun's soaked in rum
He flies like a Chinese kite
For the way he pats me on me bum
I'll kill him sure some night
CHORUS
Oh the crew is fed with lowly swill
And I am served the dregs
What crawls with little weevils
And smells like rotten eggs
A proper berth I hasn't got
I sleeps where I am able
Much better off I think I’d be
In some old smelly stable
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
Oh it's swab the deck! Empty that bucket!
Then stick it back in the hole where ye tuck-it!
Yes it's outta me way, the divil take yer
Move yer arse, afore I break yer
Oh, woe... is... me!
Now I must go and send this letter
We sails again tonight
Please warn me little brother
Of his big brother’s plight
A fool I was, dear Mother
For runnin' away to sea
I fancied meself a Captain
But a Cabin Boy I be
CHORUS
Written, performed and produced by Robert Palomo. Copyright ©2015 - All rights reserved.
“I wanted to thank you for th song Cabin Boy. In many ways I can relate. I use music to help me cope with past memories. I came across it by chance and I listen often.”
— Jim A. (Planet Earth)