Narrowboatman Again by John Clachan One week off, I'm afloat again With me mac and brolly and the pouring rain And a large hot toddy in my trembling hands It's here I'll make my stand I'm done with work and the daily grind My friends can't see, well they must be blind As I pass through a lock, see the sun come through Alone, I'm the only crew Chorus: And the kingfisher sits as the boats go by And the sun's going down in the evening sky I'm never going back to the hue and cry I'm a narrowboatman again I'll start up at dawn and I laugh and sing Then I moor for lunch at a wayside inn In the afternoon it's a gentle crawl Well met hail fellows all Chorus By the end of the week I'm a connoisseur And my mind's in tune with the engine's purr And it's three more locks to the winding hole I've almost reached my goal And now the yard comes into view I steer her in, my aim is true A last goodbye to my old friend My journey's at an end Chorus Recorded on :
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