STOCKHOLM TAR
Hughie Jones (of the Spinners)

There's a harness cask in the sail locker stands
It smells your clothes and stains your hands
On line, and twine and capstans spar
Even in your grub is Stockholm Tar

CHORUS
Liverpool Judies know the score when a merchant seaman walks ashore
Liverpool Judies know the score when a merchant seaman walks ashore

There's ten months' pay in my good pants
And after that there's a month's advance
I'm going down to Tamil's bar
Treat the little girls to Stockholm Tar

I once met a girl called Margaret Lee
She said come home and sleep with me
Her man was deaf, but I didn't get far
He slept down wind of the Stockholm Tar

Mary had a little shimmy all new and white
I sat her on my knee and we both got tight
When she got home she told her ma
A scuttle boy with his Stockholm Tar

Did a trip once in a steamboat line,
Covered in coal dust, soot and grime
You'd choke on smoke and black chattar,
And long for the smell of Stockholm Tar

Well I pull on me pants, me money's all gone
I'll find me a ship and then sign on
See tell all for a fare well jar
Then he's packing out to sea and Stockholm Tar

And when I die and I go below
I don't want no fancy mournin' show
No gilded coffin or funeral pyre
Just lay out me bones in the Stockholm Tar


From:http://www.theshantyman.com/Lyrics/Stockholm%20Tar.htm

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