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Title
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Sailor cut down in his prime
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Singer
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Prince, Herbert
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
One day as I strolled down by the Royal Albion,
Dark was the morning and cold was the day;
But who should I spy, but one of my shipmates,
He was dressed in a blanket far colder than clay.
Verse 2
He called for a candle to light him to bed,
Likewise a pillow to wrap round his hair;
For his poor head was aching, his poor heart was breaking,
For he was a sailor cut down in his prime.
Verse 3
We'll beat the drums low and play the pipes merrily,
We'll play the death march as we carry him along;
Take him to the churchyard and fire three volleys o'er him,
For he was a sailor cut down in his prime.
Verse 4
His poor aged father, his dear old mother,
Oft times had told him about his fast life;
Along with those flash girls his money he squandered,
Along with those flash girls he took his delight.
Verse 5
But now he is dead and laid in his coffin,
Six jolly sailor boys walk by his side;
And each of them carrying a bunch of white roses,
That no one might smell him as we passed them by.
Verse 6
And at the top of the street you will see two girls standing,
One to the other doth whisper and say;
Here comes the young sailor whose money we squandered,
Here comes the young sailor cut down in his prime.
Verse 7
On top of the tombstone you will see these words written,
All you young fellows take a warnin' by me;
And never go courting the girls of the city,
For the girls of the city was the ruinin' of me.
Verse 8
We'll beat the drums low and play the pipes merrily,
We'll play the death march as we carry him along;
Take him to the churchyard and fire three volleys o'er him,
For he was a sailor cut down in his prime.
