Come All Ye Dry Land Sailors

Come all ye dry land sailors and listen to me song
Well it's only forty verses and I won't detain ya long
It's all about the adventure, yar, of this great Lisburn barge
And the time that I was very near drowned at the twelfth lock o' the canal

Well the captain says "young man," he says
"Young man," he says to me
Would you like to be a sailor, yar and sail the ragin' sea?
Would you like to be a sailor, yar and furl the [?] to roam
For we are bound for Dublin town with a half a ton a' dome

Then early next mornin' we set sail, the weather was sublime
As we passed under the old bridge you could hear the town clock chime
And then we came to the gasworks straits, a very dangerous part
And we ran aground on a lump a' coal that wasn't marked down to the chart
Then all became confus-i-al and the stormy winds did blow
The steersman slipped on an orange peel and fell into the hold below
"Put on more steam!" the captain cried, "for we are sorely pressed"
And the engineer on the banks replied, "Sure, the horse is doing its best"

Then we all fell into the water, yar and we all let out a roar
(Ahhh!)
There was a man that was standin' on the bank'the canal and he threw in the end of his galluses
And he pulled us all to shore
No more I'll be a sailor, yar and sail the ragin' main
And the next time I go to Dublin town I'll bloody well go by train