Worse Things Happen at Sea

Life isn't always jolly - Sun often turns to rain
Between our fear and folly - We fail and fail again
My old man knew about it - He'd sailed the seven seas
It's not that he would doubt it - He'd say, alright, but please . . .
LET'S SAVE OUR TEARS
BE BRAVE, MY DEARS
AND STAND UP STRAIGHT AND FREE
REMEMBER WHAT THE SAILORS SAY
WORSE THINGS HAPPEN AT SEA
OH, WORSE THINGS HAPPEN AT SEA
I had a dog called Lucky - A lively little chap
Blind in his left eye, and lost his right ear in a scrap
At least one leg was going lame - His coat was going bald
But he still answered to his name - When anybody called
When me and Dad went walking - He hardly said a word
But he knew I was talking - And I knew that he heard
I'd tell him of the tears I'd shed - My struggles and my pain
And by and by he'd shake his head - And start his old refrain . . .