Goodbye cruel sea, my time is up I`ve done my nine and three Iâ€™ve had enough of gale force winds and wobbly angry seas Iâ€™m off to start a new life, An live without a care. I `m gonna be a postman. in Weston-super-Mare So now I can have all night in, and no one needs to know. I get up when I want to, put on my shoes and go. Relaxing in the midday sun I`ll be so happy then, Cos I`ll be â€œspecial dutiesâ€ And working six til ten. There have been some happy times I wish there could be more Them grippo runs all round the world were brilliant runs ashore. The Wanchi, Gut and Bugis Street were favourites haunts of mine, I seen them all while serving with the `ole Grey Funnel Line. I ended up in submarines The best branch in the mob where each man is your brother, and each man knows his job. With lots of gruelling seatime. which seemed to never stop. Yes..Iâ€™ve been further underneath Than manys been on top. No more now the dockyard leave and shacking up with friends. or travelling 200 miles, to do a short weekend. Or dodging duty watches when the boats longside, and making sure Iâ€™m not adrift, when sailing on the tide. With no more endless mystery trips patrolling off the beach And seeing all the fun ashore That can be out of reach. And being tired and wet and cold, when on watch at night, where everythingâ€™s an effort, and everythingâ€™s a fight, ... Goodbye cruel sea, your time is up It`s time for us to part Our love affair is over and you have broke my heart. Although I gave my all to you, you never seemed to care, and so I`m offâ€¦.with no regrets, to .. Weston-super-Mare. â€¦â€¦.. source ..me.