Riddled with more holes than a pianola roll
(Never send us down, never gonna go down)
You’ll never see a white flag up our crooked pole
(Never send us down, never gonna go down)
Haul and bail we’ll keep the wreck rolling
Never will we drown, never send us down
Haul and bail we’ll keep the wreck rolling
Never will we drown, never send us down
There’s water getting in, it’s rising to my chin
(Never send us down, never gonna go down)
We’re keeling over quick, I swear it ain’t the gin
(Never send us down, never gonna go down)
The hull is full of lead, riggin’ jiggered hangin’ shreds
(Never send us down, never gonna go down)
But never will they plunge us, to the dreaded bed
(Never send us down, never gonna go down)
Haul and bale we’ll keep the wreck rolling
Haul and bale we’ll keep it afloat
Haul and bale and never let go of hope
The ship we will defend until the bloody end
(Never send us down, never gonna go down)
We’ve been to war before and tomorrow go again
(Never send us down, never gonna go down)
Haul and bale we’ll keep the wreck rolling
Haul and bale we’ll keep it afloat
Haul and bale and never let go of hope
Haul and bale we’ll keep the wreck rolling
Haul and bale we’ll keep it afloat
Haul and bale and never let go of hope
Haul and bale we’ll keep the wreck rolling
Never will we drown, never send us down
(Never send us down, never gonna go down)
When your song has gone from bad to worse
When your world is burdened with a curse
Raise a drink and sing another verse
And the blackened cloud will soon disperse
When your through and you can walk no more
You’ve forgotten what your fighting for
Pick your bleeding feet up off the floor
Lost the battle but you’ll win the war
The road is long, rough and steep
When victory is out of reach
Keep on rolling on and digging deep
As we roar ‘once more unto the breach’
When you fall and all your hope is shot
To the end this friend you’ve always got
I’ll be by your side and never not
Anywhere I’m there no matter what
The road is long, rough and steep
When victory is out of reach
Keep on rolling on and digging deep
As we roar ‘once more unto the breach’
When the final mile’s the hardest mile
When your faith is fading all the while
Shout it loud and proud and crank the dial
Giving up on stuff is not your style
The road is long, rough and steep
When victory is out of reach
Keep on rolling on and digging deep
As we roar ‘once more unto the breach’
As we roar ‘once more unto the breach’
As we roar ‘once more unto the breach’
Hey Johnny come back to me
You’re the roaming kind and you’re rolling free
Hey Johnny come back to me
It’s so long to my pretty, I’ll be gone long and far
And the thing I’ll miss the most of all – the company of the bar
The sea it calls ‘Hey Johnny’. Tomorrow calls me on
From a stinking, drunken farewell cheer, I’ll wake to find me gone
It’s so long to my pretty, I’ll be gone long and far
And the thing I’ll miss the most of all – the company of the bar
My feet are getting restless, all shackled to the ground
So between the water and the wind, that’s where I’ll be found
It’s so long to my pretty, I’ll be gone long and far
And the thing I’ll miss the most of all – the company of the bar
Chasing the horizon, facing the unknown
The sedentary won’t shackle me, the journey is my home
It’s so long to my pretty, I’ll be gone long and far
And the thing I’ll miss the most of all – the company of the bar
Hey Johnny come back to me, het Johnny come home (x4)
It’s so long to my pretty, I’ll be gone long and far
And the thing I’ll miss the most of all – the company of the bar
It’s so long to my pretty, I’ll be gone long and far
And the thing I’ll miss the most of all – the company of the bar
Make it a mantra make it a habit
To recognise what you have while you have it
Make it a moment reach out and grab it
Recognise what you have while you have it
Don’t lose your spark hold on to your spirit
Gamble your heart and everything with it
I’ve got a love and I’m gonna give it
I’ve got a life and I’m gonna live it
Don’t have a scheme so I’m gonna wing it
You got a dream well throw yourself in it
Not about if you lose it or win it
I’ve got a song and I’m gonna sing it
Make it a mantra make it a habit
To recognise what you have while you have it
Make it a moment reach out and grab it
Recognise what you have while you have it
Thinking of giving in well forget it
Don’t be too shy to try you’ll regret it
Treasure is for the brave so go get it
Make your own brilliant story and tell it
Don’t need to be a preacher or poet
Know that you’re free to shout it and show it
Those that you love make sure that they know it
You’ve only got one shot so don’t blow it
Make it a mantra make it a habit
To recognise what you have while you have it
Make it a moment reach out and grab it
Recognise what you have while you have it
Step back and take a wider view
And you will see the beautiful
And you will see the beautiful
Sometimes you find it’s hard to get through it
Sometimes you try but can’t get into it
Sometimes it’s broke and no one can glue it
It’s all about how you choose to view it
Song keeps on rolling on I can’t stop it
Trying to make a clearer sense of it
You need an answer fast this is not it
You need something to sing well you’ve got it
Make it a mantra make it a habit
To recognise what you have while you have it
Make it a moment reach out and grab it
Recognise what you have while you have it
(x2)
Recognise what you have while you have it
Recognise what you have while you have it
Curse the squally weather
A vessel in distress
But we cannot launch from Lynmouth
There’s a gale in from the west
So not to be defeated
Jack has an idea
To haul the lifeboat over land and
Launch at Porlock Wier
13 miles as hard as hell
80 men by the wayside fell
20 haulers tough as rock
With 18 horses
Pulling on pushing on through to Porlock
Call every able body
And every stable horse
United for a moment
In a greater common cause
Now onward through the squally
There is no turning home
With tired arms and heavy legs all
Soaking to the bone
13 miles as hard as hell
80 men by the wayside fell
20 haulers tough as rock
With 18 horses
Pulling on pushing on through to Porlock
Dig deep then dig again friends
We’ll find the strength and will
To keep Louisa rolling
Up Countisbury hill
All 10 tonne and 10 metre
Her size you can’t ignore
It must have been a sight to see her
Sail upon the moor
13 miles as hard as hell
80 men by the wayside fell
20 haulers tough as rock
With 18 horses
Pulling on pushing on through to Porlock
Down with wall and gate post
To make way for the load
And with pick and shovel
We’ll widen out the road
Miss Marlow in her cottage
Could not believe her eyes
A lifeboat in her garden well it
Came as some surprise
13 miles as hard as hell
80 men by the wayside fell
20 haulers tough as rock
With 18 horses
Pulling on pushing on through to Porlock
At last we made the wier
Louisa hit the waves
Freed the Forrest Hall and all
Her 18 lives were saved
Well we recall it proudly
When a storm does blow and roar
The story of Louisa and the
Night she sailed the moor
13 miles as hard as hell
80 men by the wayside fell
20 haulers tough as rock
With 18 horses
Pulling on pushing on
13 miles as hard as hell
80 men by the wayside fell
20 haulers tough as rock
With 18 horses
Pulling on pushing on through to Porlock
Take me to my church I need to confess
Chime the decibels and beat from the chest
Oh my communion, unholy communion
Roaring out the gospel ‘we shall be blessed’
Been a bad day in the office
Life didn’t deliver its promise just
Gimme a shout ‘cos I’m on this
Let’s get down, down on the barrier
Shout your heart out on the barrier
Let’s get wild down on the barrier
Down on the barrier
Sanctify this verse, believe and transcend
Purify my soul I need to be cleansed
Oh my salvation, my low to elation
Holy trinity of beer, song and friends
Go to a show and we’ll do this
Lose voices and get us some bruises
Together we’re gonna get through this
Let’s get down, down on the barrier
Shout your heart out on the barrier
Let’s get wild down on the barrier
This is my church, there may be no steeple
But these are my words, these are my people
These are the songs and this is our choir
These are the moments that lift us up higher
Take me to my church I need to confess
Chime the decibels and beat from the chest
Oh my communion, unholy communion
Roaring out the gospel ‘we shall be blessed’
Let’s get down, down on the barrier
Let’s get down, down on the barrier
Let’s get down, down on the barrier
Down on the barrier
One too many Radebergers, one too many Prosts
Before my elbow hit the table I’d already lost
I swear the guy was thrice the size of me or maybe more
At least that’s how I tell it, what the hell let’s call it four
I swear I tore a tendon, arm wrestling in Dresden
A battle you could hardly call Olympic
Let us never mention the the medical attention
My will it pushed my body to it’s limit
I lost everything I had
I bet the shirt off my back
Don’t never mention arm wrestling in Dresden
I learnt my lesson arm wrestling in Dresden
Felt like it was 20 minutes locked into the grip
An atmosphere of beer and cheer, all waiting for a slip
Could the skinny guy from England fell the champion
Not a chance in hell but hell I had a decent run
I swear I tore a tendon, arm wrestling in Dresden
A battle you could hardly call Olympic
Let us never mention the the medical attention
My will it pushed my body to it’s limit
I was battered and beat
I bet the boots off my feet
Don’t never mention arm wrestling in Dresden
I learnt my lesson arm wrestling in Dresden
My arm it never did recover quite the same again
An intermittent niggling twitching aching kind of pain
But don’t regret the things you do just those that you do not
The arm is a reminder to always have a shot
I swear I tore a tendon, arm wrestling in Dresden
A battle you could hardly call Olympic
Let us never mention the the medical attention
My will it pushed my body to it’s limit
I swear I tore a tendon, arm wrestling in Dresden
A battle you could hardly call Olympic
Let us never mention the the medical attention
My will it pushed my body to it’s limit
I was battered and beat
I bet the boots off my feet
Don’t never mention arm wrestling in Dresden
I learnt my lesson arm wrestling in Dresden
Middle of the tour, the driver’s in the bar
With not enough sleep and too many jars
Slurring some song, it spills on the floor
I wish we’d not put his name down on the door
It was a Pittsburgh punch up
What a way to spoil the party
You are a driver not a fighter
What a bloody trouble starter
Tomorrow afternoon in Cleveland we’re due
Please tell me what the hell we should do
He’s missing a tooth, looks barely alive
One things for certain, that mess can not drive
It was a Pittsburgh punch up
What a way to spoil the party
You are a driver not a fighter
What a bloody trouble starter
The job it wasn’t pretty but had to be done
Sent the man home along with his gun
And off we did roll, the band at the wheel
Of that massive beast of an automobile
It was a Pittsburgh punch up
What a way to spoil the party
You are a driver not a fighter
What a bloody trouble starter
How did I find myself here?
In the middle of a mess it Pennsylvania
How did I land myself here?
In the middle of a riot it Pennsylvania
It was a Pittsburgh punch up
What a way to spoil the party
You are a driver not a fighter
What a bloody trouble starter
Pittsburgh punch up (Pittsburgh punch up)
It was a Pittsburgh punch up party
X 2
Oh forge on George we’ll follow you forth and fill the flagon full
Oh forge on George we’ll follow you forth and fill the flagon full
Fill the flagon full, oh, fill the flagon full
Oh forge on George we’ll follow you forth and fill the flagon full
Oh forge on George we’ll follow you forth and drink the flagon dry
Oh forge on George we’ll follow you forth and drink the flagon dry
Drink the flagon dry, oh, drink the flagon dry
Oh forge on George we’ll follow you forth and drink the flagon dry
Oh forge on George we’ll follow you forth and pass the flagon round
Oh forge on George we’ll follow you forth and pass the flagon round
Pass the flagon round, oh, pass the flagon round
Oh forge on George we’ll follow you forth and pass the flagon round
Oh forge on George we’ll follow you forth and fill the flagon full
Oh forge on George we’ll follow you forth and fill the flagon full
Oh forge on George we’ll follow you forth and raise the flagon high
Oh forge on George we’ll follow you forth and raise the flagon high
Raise the flagon high, oh, raise the flagon high
Oh forge on George we’ll follow you forth and raise the flagon high
Raise the flagon high, oh, raise the flagon high
Oh forge on George we’ll follow you forth and raise the flagon high
Raise the flagon high, oh, raise the flagon high
Oh forge on George we’ll follow you forth and raise the flagon high
Me name is William Harker
I’m a rake and a roaring blade
Revelry is my delight and roguery’s me trade
If you chuck a penny in the Old Grey Goose
You’re sure to hit a knave
But there’s not one that I have done
Or friendship I’ve betrayed.
So hold me hand me hearties
And step with a heel and toe
We’re rolling down, strolling down
To the public house we’ll go
We’ve a flute and fiddle and a derry down diddle
And a rattle on the old banjo
We’re rolling down, strolling down
To the public house we’ll go.
I’ve cuddled some girls in Belgium
And I kissed some girls in Spain
But the girls I’ve kissed on a Saturday night are the girls I’d kiss again
As we cut a caper on the bar room floor
For neither loss nor gain
If we’re not lovers when we’re homeward bound
Then good friends we’ll remain.
I’ve got a dog named Barker
He likes a drop of beer
He gets right drunk, he rolls on the floor
And he grins from ear to ear
By day you’ll see us walking
Over woodland, hill and vale
But every night we both get tight on Mrs Surgeon’s ale.
Some like a cool, clear lager
Others like a bottle of pale
The boys all titter over pints of bitter
And some drink Ansell’s ale (God help ‘em!)
I’m pegging out for a jet black stout, a beauty to espy.
With me hand on the bar, I’ll swear oo-ah
I’ll drink it ‘til I die
Come on all you lost and trodden on
If your day has been a rotten one
When your battered bones can stand no more
There’s still a rattle in your roar
Broken, bruised and battered
Shaken, shot and shattered
Neck deep, knocked and knackered
Still from the wreck we stagger
Come on outsiders and underdogs
If your month has been another slog
When a shattered dream is hard to mend
Pick the pieces up and start again
Broken, bruised and battered
Shaken, shot and shattered
Neck deep, knocked and knackered
Still from the wreck we stagger
Raise a drink and bid farewell
To a year that’s been a living hell
When you’re knackered with no good to show
Well at least you had a bloody go
Broken, bruised and battered
Shaken, shot and shattered
Neck deep, knocked and knackered
Still from the wreck we stagger
Come on and raise a drink and bid farewell
To a year that’s been a living hell
Outsiders, underdogs
If your month has been another slog
When a shattered dream is hard to mend
Pick the pieces up and start again
