A (
British)
Royal Navy drinking song sung with
gusto by
sailors and
ex-sailors (and
me) wherever
beer is served. Goes to the tune
of
What shall we do with the Drunken Sailor? ... if you don't know the
tune to that, you're beyond help.
Drink to the boys in the Royal Navy
Drink to the
boys in the Royal Navy
Drink to the boys in the Royal
Navy
Ear-lye¹ in the morning.
What do you do when you leave the Navy
What do you do
when you leave the Navy
What do you do when you leave the
Navy
Ear-lye in the morning?
Run like fuck to the nearest station
Run like
fuck to the nearest station
Run like fuck to the nearest
station
Ear-lye in the morning.
What do you do when you get to the station
What do
you do when you get to the station
What do you do when you get to the
station
Ear-lye in the morning?
Catch the next train to civilisation
Catch the next
train to civilisation
Catch the next train to civilisation
Ear-lye
in the morning.
(Take a deep breath; you'll need it)
What do you when
you get to civilisation
What do you when you get to civilisation
What do you when you get to civilisation
Ear-lye in the morning?
Run like fuck to the nearest boozer
Run like fuck
to the nearest boozer
Run like fuck to the nearest boozer
Ear-lye in
the morning.
What do you do when you get to the boozer
What do you
do when you get to the boozer
What do you do when you get to the
boozer
Ear-lye in the morning?
Drink to the boys in the Royal Navy
Drink to the
boys in the Royal Navy
Drink to the boys in the Royal
Navy
Ear-lye in the morning.
What do you do when you got no money
What do you do
when you got no money
What do you do when you got money
Earlye in
the morning?
Run like fuck to the nearest whorehouse
Run like
fuck to the nearest whorehouse
Run like fuck to the nearest
whorehouse
Ear-lye in the morning.
(Note: the song does not explain how one could pay for the lady
of the night's wares at the bordello in question; in my experience,
it's best not to worry about such things. Let's get on to the suprisingly
apposite chorus, shall we?)
Hoo-ray, 'nd up she rises
Hoo-ray, 'nd up she
rises
Hoo-ray, 'nd up she rises
Ear-lye in the morning.
What do you do when she's nine months pregnant
What
do you do when she's nine months pregnant
What do you do when she's
nine months pregnant
Ear-lye in the morning?
Run like fuck to the Royal Navy
Run like fuck to
the Royal Navy
Run like fuck to the Royal Navy
Ear-ly in the
Drink to the boys in the Royal Navy
Drink to the
boys in the Royal Navy
Drink to the boys in the Royal
Navy
Ear-lye in the morning.
What do you do when you leave the Navy
What do you do
when you leave the Navy
What do you do when you leave the Navy...
[1] Pronunciation note: this is `early' as two
distinct syllables, "err - lye"... but of course, you knew that already.
The song is put to best effect when sung over and over again, without
cessation, until such time as lack of breath or unconsciousness
overcomes one's ability to sing. My record is three times in row while
simultaneously dealing with the obligatory post-pub pizza and fags
(that's cigarettes, to Americans).
Thanks to Sylvar for reminding me to specify which Royal Navy I'm talking about here... it may be the One True Royal Navy to me, but I'm sure that some other monarchies might disagree....