John Lee

John Lee
Your headache's growing
The cold wind's blowing
But the sea's without a ripple
John Lee
Your forehead's damp
Your muscles cramp
And the sea can't use a cripple

John Lee
You're turning around your plate again
Oh, John Lee
John Lee
You're turning around your plate again
Oh, John Lee

John Lee's been made a freeman
His heart's a seaman
But his flesh won't make a sailor
Working in a big hotel
Waiting for the bell
That's ringing for his labour

John Lee
You're turning around your plate again
Oh, John Lee
John Lee
You're turning around your plate again
Oh, John Lee

John Lee
Your chances are good
You better touch wood
We think things must get better
John Lee
You've a friend so true
She wants to help you
Miss Keyes has sent a letter

John Lee
You're turning around your plate again
Oh, John Lee
John Lee
You're turning around your plate again
Oh, John Lee

Dear John
Come and work the Glen
Just write me when
And I'll send someone to meet you
John's gone to where he started from
He's not worked long
Just beginning to belong
It hasn't been a very good day
The missus wants to halve my pay
Close the door and douse the light
It's quiet at night when she's tucked in tight
Sometimes I feel when they're all in bed
It's almost like the whole world's dead
So I lay me down to sleep
I pray thee Lord my soul to keep

John Lee
You're turning around your plate again
Oh, John Lee
John Lee
You're turning around your plate again
Oh, John Lee

John Lee
You're turning around your plate again
Oh, John Lee
John Lee
You're turning around your plate again
Oh, John Lee