Single Handed Sailor

Two in the morning, dry-dock town
 The river roll away in the night
 Little gypsy moth, she's all tied down
 She quiver in the wind and the light
 Yeah, and the sailing ship just held down in chains
 From the lazy days of sail
 She's just a lying there, silent in pain
 He lean on the tourist rail
 A mother and her baby and the college of war
 In the concrete graves
 You never wanna fight against the river law
 Nobody rules the waves
 Yeah, and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
 Around the Cutty Sark
 The single-handed sailor goes sailing
 Sailing away in the dark
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 He's up on the bridge on the self-same night
 The mariner of dry dock land
 Two in the morning but there's one green light
 And a man on a barge of sand
 She's a gonna slip away below him
 Away from things he's done
 But he just shouts, "Hey man, what you call this thing?"
 He could have said "Pride of London"
 On a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
 Around the Cutty Sark
 Yeah, the single-handed sailor goes sailing
 Sailing away in the dark