Four Hours - The Longest Johns

Come me boys and heave with me

Let’s get off this curs-ed sea

Let’s be home to lovers and wives

And leave behind these four hour lives

(Four Hours)

Workin' on the swell

(Four Hours)

Sloggin' in the rain

(Four Hours)

Workin' to the bell

(Then Four Hours)

'Til it starts again

Come me boys and heave with me

The wind’s my friend and my enemy

It carries me home but it must be tamed

Everything lost or everything gained

(Four Hours)

Workin' on the swell

(Four Hours)

Sloggin' in the rain

(Four Hours)

Workin' to the bell

(Then Four Hours)

'Til it starts again

Come me boys and heave with me

Got scabrous hands and bloody knees

When the bell tolls, I’ll go below

My hands will callous and my strength will grow

(Four Hours)

Workin' on the swell

(Four Hours)

Sloggin' in the rain

(Four Hours)

Workin' to the bell

(Then Four Hours)

'Til it starts again

Come me boys and heave away

Soaked and heavy heaving under the spray

Will I ever shed this salt on my brow?

Better the dust from under my plow

(Four Hours)

Workin' on the swell

(Four Hours)

Sloggin' in the rain

(Four Hours)

Workin' to the bell

(Then Four Hours)

'Til it starts again

When I’m back in Bristol town

I’ll buy my love a silken gown

We’ll lie in each others arms and rest

Until that bell sounds in my chest

(Four Hours)

Workin' on the swell

(Four Hours)

Sloggin' in the rain

(Four Hours)

Workin' to the bell

(Then Four Hours)

'Til it starts again

Four Hours

Haulin' on the sheets!

Four Hours

Keepin' our feet!

Four Hours

Wrap me in the shroud

Then Four Hours

Lay me in the ground