John Lee
John Lee, your headache's growing,
the cold wind's blowing.
But the sea's without a ripple.

John Lee, your forehead's damp,
your muscles cramp.
And the sea can't use a cripple

John Lee, you're turning around your plate again.

Oh, John Lee

John Lee, you're turning around your plate again.
Oh, John Lee

John Lee's been made a freeman,
his heart's a seaman.
But his flesh won't make a sailor.

Working in a big hotel, waiting for the bell.
That's ringing for his labour.

John Lee, you're turning around your plate again.

Oh, John Lee

John Lee, you're turning around your plate again.

Oh, John Lee

John Lee, your chances are good,
you better touch wood.
We think things must get better.

John Lee, you've a friend so true,
she wants to help you.
Miss Keyes has sent a letter

John Lee, you're turning around your plate again.

Oh, John Lee

John Lee, you're turning around your plate again.

Oh, John Lee

"Dear John, come and work the Glen,
just write me when
And I'll send someone to meet you".

John's gone to where he started from,
he's not worked long, just beginning to belong.

"It hasn't been a very good day,
the missus wants to halve my pay.
Close the door and douse the light,
it's quiet at night when she's tucked in tight.
Sometimes I feel, when they're all in bed,
it's almost like the whole world's dead.

So I lay me down to sleep,
I pray thee Lord my soul to keep".

John Lee, you're turning around your plate again.

Oh, John Lee

John Lee, you're turning around your plate again.

Oh, John Lee

John Lee, you're turning around your plate again.

Oh, John Lee

John Lee, you're turning around your plate again.

Oh, John Lee

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