The Liner she's a lady, an’ she never looks nor‘ eeds — The Man-o’ - War's‘ er‘ usband, an’‘ e gives‘ er all she needs; But, oh, the little cargo-boats, that sail the wet seas roun’, They're just the same as you an’ me a-plyin’ up an’ down!
Plyin’ up an’ down, Jenny,‘ angin’ round the Yard, All the way by Fratton tram down to Portsmouth‘ Ard; Anythin’ for business, an’ we're growin’ old — Plyin’ up an’ down, Jenny, waitin’ in the cold!
The Liner she's a lady by the paint upon‘ er face, An’ if she meets an accident they count it sore disgrace: The Man-o’ - War's‘ er‘ usband, and‘ e's always‘ andy by, But, oh, the little cargo-boats! they've got to load or die.
The Liner she's a lady, and‘ er route is cut an’ dried; The Man-o’ - War's‘ er‘ usband, an’‘ e always keeps beside; But, oh, the little cargo-boats that‘ ave n't any man, They've got to do their business first, and make the most they can!
The Liner she's a lady, and if a war should come, The Man-o’ - War's‘ er‘ usband, and‘ e'd bid‘ er stay at home; But, oh, the little cargo-boats that fill with every tide! ‘ E'd‘ ave to up an’ fight for them, for they are England's pride.
The Liner she's a lady, but if she was n't made, There still would be the cargo-boats for‘ ome an’ foreign trade. The Man-o’ - War's‘ er‘ usband, but if we was n't‘ ere, ‘ E would n't have to fight at all for‘ ome an’ friends so dear.
‘ Ome an’ friends so dear, Jenny,‘ angin’ round the Yard, All the way by Fratton tram down to Portsmouth‘ Ard; Anythin’ for business, an’ we're growin’ old — ‘ Ome an’ friends so dear, Jenny, waitin’ in the cold!
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