Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Sailor's Alphabet, artist - David Jones. Album song Widdecombe Fair, in the genre Детская музыка со всего мира
Date of issue: 09.07.2003
Record label: Festival Five
Song language: English
The Sailor's Alphabet |
A for the anchor that swings at our bow |
B for the bowsprit to the wild seas to plow |
C for the capstan we all walk around |
D for the davitts that lower our boat down |
So merry, so merry are we |
There’s none so blithe as a sailor at sea |
Sing high, sing low, as we sail along |
Give the old ship the breeze, and there’s nothing goes wrong |
E for the ensign that flies at our peak |
F for the forecastle where the good sailors sleep |
G for the galley where the cooks hop around |
H for the hallyards we haul up and down |
So merry, so merry are we |
There’s none so blithe as a sailor at sea |
Sing high, sing low, as we sail along |
Give the old ship the breeze, and there’s nothing goes wrong |
I for the irons the ship is made of |
J for the jib, which moves her along |
K for the keel at the bottom of the ship |
L for the lanyards that never do slip |
So merry, so merry are we |
There’s none so blithe as a sailor at sea |
Sing high, sing low, as we sail along |
Give the old ship the breeze, and there’s nothing goes wrong |
M for the mainmast so neat and so strong |
N for the needle, which never go wrong |
O for the oars that row our small boat |
P for the pumps that keep her afloat |
So merry, so merry are we |
There’s none so blithe as a sailor at sea |
Sing high, sing low, as we sail along |
Give the old ship the breeze, and there’s nothing goes wrong |
Q for the quarter deck where officers stand |
R for the rudder that steers her to land |
S for the sailors who move her along |
T for the topsails we hoist with a song |
So merry, so merry are we |
There’s none so blithe as a sailor at sea |
Sing high, sing low, as we sail along |
Give the old ship the breeze, and there’s nothing goes wrong |
U for the union, which we all adore |
V for the vane that flies at our fore |
W for the wheel where we stand our time |
And the other three letters, you can’t bring in rhyme |
So merry, so merry are we |
There’s none so blithe as a sailor at sea |
Sing high, sing low, as we sail along |
Give the old ship the breeze, and there’s nothing goes wrong |