Brother Noah
(Trad arr Shanty Crew)

Brother Noah, Brother Noah,
May I come into the Ark of the Lord
'Cos it's growing very dark and it's raining very hard.

    Allelu, Allelu, Allelu-u-u-u-jah.

No you can't, sir, no you can't, sir,
You can't come into the Ark of the Lord,
Though it's growing very dark and it's raining very hard.

Very well, sir, very well, sir,
You can go to the Dickens in your darned old scow,
'Cos it ain't going to rain very hard anyhow.

That's a lie, sir, that's a lie, sir,
You can darn soon tell that it ain't no sell,
'Cos it's sprinkling now and it's going to rain like hell!

Brother Noah, Brother Noah,
Open the gates and let me toddle in,
'Cos I'm not too keen on drowning and I'm buggered if I swim.

No I won't, sir, no I won't, sir,
For your not in the bad of the chosen of the Lord,
And the sheep, goats and camels would be worried, so I've heard.

That's as maybe, Brother Noah,
But our four-legged friends need a touch of kindness too,
As your wife is fond of telling me, and so are all the crew.

She's a pillar of society,
And not one of salt, and her feet are not of clay,
So sod 'em and tomorra, well, they're gonna have to pay.

Well, I wish you'd let me in now,
For the dark clouds are coming and the sun's in short supply,
And the cats and the dogs are a-falling from on high.

Well I'm sorry, truly sorry,
But you've not seen the light, you've not heard the trumpet sound,
But I'll sell you this here raincoat and these wellies for a pound.

Oh but please, sir, oh but please, sir.
Now I've learned my lesson my ways I shall mend,
If you'll just lend me a passage to find the rainbow's end.

You're to late, sir, you're too late, sir,
Now why don't you push off and get your feet of my mat,
'Cos there's no way I'm going to take you to the mount of Ararat.

Brother Noah, Brother Noah,
May I come into the Ark of the Lord,
'Cos it's growing very dark and it's raining very hard.

    Allelu, Allelu, Allelu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-jah.