A pit bull tattoo, one good eye of blue
These ropes are all knotting,
Well I'm a sailor who wandered
a little too far from the sea
Did they raise up this child just to die?
To stare for too long into one sky?
Surely Bussy's from Ti ger Bay,
but I'll spend my life down in pill
They shut down the docks,
thrown our lives on the rocks
But my good eye is wandering still
Past the pubs where I festered all day
Transport a bridge, transport me away
These ropes are all knotted,
When I'm a sailor who wandered a little
They passed in the channel,
To carry out coal and carry in ore
And at night these old sea legs
but never intended to stay
So tell me something I don't know
These ropes are all knotted,
I'm a sailor who wandered a little too
we haven't got long to go,
don't worry, two more songs.