Motley Words

It was in the port of Brightlingsea, a wandering sailor came,
He booked in to an ale house the anchor was its name

With his bell bottom trousers and coat of navy blue
He was checking out the shipping like his Daddy used to do.

The landlord was a big man, but had a daughter fair,
With lovely thighs and deep blue eyes and flowing golden hair.
With his bell bottom trousers and coat of navy blue
He was checking out the rigging like his Daddy used to do.

She showed the sailor to his room by aid of candle light
But the sailor was a charmer and went spent the night.
Without bell bottom trousers and a belly full of rum
He was only a doing what his Daddy would have done.

In the morning said the landlord my daughter’s not a whore
But offering the sailor boy a job upon the shore.
With bell bottom Trousers and coats of navy blue
With his dobie in his duffle like his Daddy used to do

The Landlord he got angry, went to grab the sailors throat
Who shot out by the back door and sent the girl a note
It said, with bell bottom trousers and coat of navy blue
I was only just a doing what my Daddy used to do.

But if you have a baby I’ll bounce it on my knee
and if you have a boy, I’ll sent the bastard off to sea.
With his bell bottom trousers and coat of navy blue
but he will only be a doing what his Daddy used to do

Well, the girl she had a daughter and the sailor went to sea,
Who’s now a wedded fisherman and he’ll be home for tea
Without bell bottom trousers or coats of navy blue,
and soon he will be doing what her daddy used to do.
Without Bell bottom trousers “No coat of navy blue.”