babystew
Lantern Swinger
He was getting old and paunchy, and his hair was falling fast
and he sat around the legion, telling stories of his past
Of a patrol that he once served on, and the deeds that he had done
in his exploits with his oppo's they were heroes everyone
And tho' sometimes to his neighbours, his tales became a joke
all his buddies listened quitely, for they knew of where he spoke
But we'll hear his tales no longer, for ol' jack has passed away,
and the worlds a little poorer, for a sailor died today
He won't be mourned by many, just his children and his wife
for he lived an ordinary, very quite sort of life
He held a job and raised a family, going quietly on his way
and the world won't note his passing, tho' a sailor died today
when politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state
while thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great
Papers tell of their life stories, from the time that they were young
but the passing of a sailor, goes unnoticed and unsung
Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land
some jerk who breaks his promise and con's his fellow man
Or the ordinary sailor, who in times of war and strife
goes off to serve his country and offers up his life
The politicians stipend and the style in which he lives
are often disproportinate to the service that he gives
While the ordinary sailor who offered up his all
is paid off with a medal and a pension that is small
It's so easy to forget them for it is so many times
that our jacks and johns and jimmys went to battle but we know
It's not the politicians with their compromise and ploys
who won for us our freedom that our country now enjoys
Should you find yourself in danger with your enemies at hand
would you really want some copout with his ever waffling stand
Or would you want a sailor his home his country his kin
just a common sailor who would fight until the end
He was just a ordinary sailor and his ranks are growing thin
but his presence should remind us we may need his like again
For when countries are in conflict we find the sailors part
is to clean up all the troubles that politicians start
If we cannot do him honour while he's here to hear the praise
then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his day's
Perhaps just a simple headline in the paper that might say
" OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING: A SAILOR DIED TODAY"
and he sat around the legion, telling stories of his past
Of a patrol that he once served on, and the deeds that he had done
in his exploits with his oppo's they were heroes everyone
And tho' sometimes to his neighbours, his tales became a joke
all his buddies listened quitely, for they knew of where he spoke
But we'll hear his tales no longer, for ol' jack has passed away,
and the worlds a little poorer, for a sailor died today
He won't be mourned by many, just his children and his wife
for he lived an ordinary, very quite sort of life
He held a job and raised a family, going quietly on his way
and the world won't note his passing, tho' a sailor died today
when politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state
while thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great
Papers tell of their life stories, from the time that they were young
but the passing of a sailor, goes unnoticed and unsung
Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land
some jerk who breaks his promise and con's his fellow man
Or the ordinary sailor, who in times of war and strife
goes off to serve his country and offers up his life
The politicians stipend and the style in which he lives
are often disproportinate to the service that he gives
While the ordinary sailor who offered up his all
is paid off with a medal and a pension that is small
It's so easy to forget them for it is so many times
that our jacks and johns and jimmys went to battle but we know
It's not the politicians with their compromise and ploys
who won for us our freedom that our country now enjoys
Should you find yourself in danger with your enemies at hand
would you really want some copout with his ever waffling stand
Or would you want a sailor his home his country his kin
just a common sailor who would fight until the end
He was just a ordinary sailor and his ranks are growing thin
but his presence should remind us we may need his like again
For when countries are in conflict we find the sailors part
is to clean up all the troubles that politicians start
If we cannot do him honour while he's here to hear the praise
then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his day's
Perhaps just a simple headline in the paper that might say
" OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING: A SAILOR DIED TODAY"
