In a land where rum was tantamount to the daily good of the ship, And OD's kept their fuckin place and badge men took no lip, Where PC meant a constable, not some "correct" and fluffy rule, And shaggin arse was optional, and not done as a rule, Where women stayed behind on shore, and the sea was mans domain, To rove and drink and to sail and whore til we came back home again. Alas it's now "equality and you've women along with the men, It will never be the same at sea or even ashore again, There gettin fuckin everywhere you cant get away from the fuckers, How can you upend the board on their heads, when you're gettin dicked at Uckers? It don't seem fair we blokes can't compete, they have taken over our life, And who in the fuckin hell would want a three badge cunt for a wife. Ah bollocks I now have a plan and I think it would be great , To let the bastards have it all and just wipe clean the slate, They could do the work and fix the car and make sure we had money, We'd stop at home whilst they went foreign and fuck would that be funny, they could shag and drink and get the clap as we did back in yore, In fact if they made an allotment they needn't come back any more. Just send ickies loads of them like we did in the day, I wouldn't want that fuckin much lets just say "half their pay", I stop on rowner or St Beaudoux and live a life of ease, whilst they did what I used to do and roam the friggin seas, And just like them in days gone by when they stayed on the shore, I'd fuck and I'd shag and be a right fuckin slag yes sir a married patch whore.