Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
The speaker in this song is a sailor who is being buried at sea – well, “at sea,” evidently in unusually shallow water close to the shore.
[Verse 1]
Roll on the drum
So m' time has come
Let's get it over with before I start to hum
[Chorus]
In six feet of mud, six feet of mud
Nine fathoms of water and six feet of mud
[Verse 2]
Haul down the flag
And sew up the bag
One consolation: the wife can't nag me
[Chorus]
In six feet of mud, six feet of mud
Nine fathoms of water and six feet of mud
[Verse 3]
Fire the last salute
And slide me down the chute
But don't send me overboard in me diddly suit
[Chorus]
Into six feet of mud, six feet of mud
Nine fathoms of water and six feet of mud
[Verse 4]
Sound the last post
And pray for me ghost
For in three days' time, I'll be washed up on the coast
[Chorus]
From six feet of mud, six feet of mud
Nine fathoms of water and six feet of mud
[Verse 5]
There's a billet to let
And I hope you don't forget
To break the news to Greenberg's I'm in crown debt
[Chorus]
In six feet of mud, six feet of mud
Nine fathoms of water and six feet of mud
[Verse 6]
In a year on this tub
It's me first green grub
And there ain't a man among ya could do me a sub
[Chorus]
In six feet of mud, six feet of mud
Nine fathoms of water and six feet of mud
[Verse 7]
I said to the doc, "It's a race against the clock
'Cause in three hours' time we'll be in drydock
[Chorus]
Without the six feet of mud, six feet of mud
Nine fathoms of water and six feet of mud"