Steve Coates’ Sea Shanty

For thirty long years he carried the sack

With the flour on his brow and the bend in his back

He delivered the brown and he delivered the white

But Steve hears the call of the ocean tonight (hey!)

No more baking the Hovis loaves!

Steve's headed out

where the cold wind blows!

Throw down the flour,

pick up the line He fancies himself a captain this time! (yo-ho!)

He traded his apron for oilskin and boots

Left the dry bakery and cut all his roots

He's chasing the cod and he's chasing the bream

But sailing is harder than baking a dream (haul away!) No more

baking the Hovis loaves!

Steve's headed out

where the cold wind blows!

Throw down the flour,

pick up the line He fancies himself a captain this time! (yo-ho!)

The waves they are high

and the weather is rough

Steve's finding out

that the water is tough

And back on the shore,

the word goes around

Sally loves Scotty more than Steve in this town

So row boys, row to the harbor light

Steve's coming home with no catch tonight (ahhhh)