Marching Inland

Lord Nelson knew the perfect way to cure your mal-de-mer,
And if you pay attention, his secret I will share;
To any sea-sick sailor he'd give this advice for free:
If you're feeling sea-sick, sit underneath a tree.

I'm marchin' inland from the shore,
Over me shoulder I'm carryin' an oar;
When someone asks me, "What is that funny thing you've got?"
Then I know I'll never go to sea no more, no more.
Then I know I'll never go to sea no more.

I'm marchin' inland from the shore,
Over me shoulder I'm carryin' an oar;
When someone asks me, "What is that funny thing you've got?"
Then I know I'll never go to sea no more, no more.
Then I know I'll never go to sea no more.

Drake he's in his hammock, and a thousand miles away,
Grenville's Revenge is at the bottom of the bay;
Many's the famous sailor never came home from the sea,
Just take my advice, Jack, come and follow me.

I'm marchin' inland from the shore,
Over me shoulder I'm carryin' an oar;
When someone asks me, "What is that funny thing you've got?"
Then I know I'll never go to sea no more, no more.
Then I know I'll never go to sea no more.

So, sailors take a warnin' from these men of high renown,
When you leave the ocean and it's time to settle down;
Never cast your anchor less than ninety miles from shore,
There'll always be temptation to be off to sea once more.

I'm marchin' inland from the shore,
Over me shoulder I'm carryin' an oar;
When someone asks me, "What is that funny thing you've got?"
Then I know I'll never go to sea no more, no more.
Then I know I'll never go to sea no more.

####.... Tom Lewis ....####

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