All posts material: “Sauce” and “Gentleman’s Relish” by Ronnie Barker – Hodder & Stoughton in 1977
He’s A Naval Man
To the tune of “The Sailors Hornpipe”
He’s a naval man 
You can tell it by his walk
He’s a naval man
When you listen to him talk
And the drunken thing’s he’ll utter
When he’s lying in the gutter
You can bet your bread and butter
He’s a naval man.
If his kitbag’s full of wrinkles
He’s a naval man
If he reeks of rum and winkles
He’s a naval man
If he hums a little ditty
And he tells you that you’re pretty
You can bet your Bristol City
He’s a naval man.
He’s a naval man
Of the ocean going sort
He’s a naval man 
With a girl in every port.
You will see him grab and hug her
Yelling, “Once aboard the lugger”
He’s a dirty rotten bosun
Of a naval man.
If he takes you in a row boat
On the Serpentine
And he tries to get his hand upon
Your plimsoll line
You can bet the skin you’re born in
If he grabs you without warning
You’ll be scuppered in the morning –
He’s a naval man!
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