La Havre - The Tiger Lillies

In the seamen’s mission drinking gin

He tried so hard not to give in

The street singers are all whores

Who ruin you when you’re ashore

On the portside

Of Le Havre

The mermaids for whose love you’ll pay

And the fishes who you’ll feed some day

Now in the bars wine holy drink

Then in the stinking gutter sink

On the portside

Of Le Havre

Now in the chapel your body lays

And the angels take your soul away

Up to heaven in the sky

When all the sailors have died

In the portside

Of Le Havre

In the portside

Of Le Havre