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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Longest Johns
The Longest Johns
Performer
Andy Yates
Andy Yates
Vocals
Antonio Chiacchia
Antonio Chiacchia
Double Bass
Richard Laws
Richard Laws
Percussion
Jonathan Darley
Jonathan Darley
Vocals
David Robinson
David Robinson
Vocals
Robert Sattin
Robert Sattin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Darley
Jonathan Darley
Composer
Andrew Yates
Andrew Yates
Composer
Robert Sattin
Robert Sattin
Composer
David Robinson
David Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Longest Johns
The Longest Johns
Producer
Paul Worthington
Paul Worthington
Producer
Rupert Christie
Rupert Christie
Mixing Engineer
Sam Burden
Sam Burden
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Oli Middleton
Oli Middleton
Assistant Engineer
Lyria Christensen
Lyria Christensen
Assistant Editing Engineer
Nick Watson
Nick Watson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I come from an island, an islander's ways Breakers and Quakers and few of us stray Hunting the oceans with men that won't tire Nantucket sleigh rides and chimneys afire Some may be wary and won't understand Trading a spear for a flag in the hand A jetsam that rides 'pon some shipping out east Out to go hunting a different beast Fire flies from the long nines Shot-handlers run about The captain says we'll holler As though there was some doubt And as we blow on the matches And brace to take the shock My mind is in Nantucket Hauling whale meat into dock I'm not used to bracing in weather so calm Still making cheer when I hear the alarm As iron and fire knock nails from the stern The shores are no longer my biggest concern Our skipper is canny, a droll kind of soul He never sulked and he's still cracking jokes Ah, Mr Starbuck, your aim is quite rare Well, I aim to sink her beyond disrepair Fire flies from the long nines Shot-handlers run about The captain says we'll holler As though there was some doubt And as we blow on the matches And brace to take the shock My mind is in Nantucket Hauling whale meat into dock History favours the bold and the brave Conquer the mountains and weather the waves Now I'm away with all liberty's sons Off down the channel to stand by the guns Fire flies from the long nines Shot-handlers run about The captain says we'll holler As though there was some doubt And as we blow on the matches And brace to take the shock My mind is in Nantucket Hauling whale meat into dock Fire flies from the long nines Shot-handlers run about The captain says we'll holler As though there was some doubt And as we blow on the matches And brace to take the shock My mind is in Nantucket Hauling whale meat into dock
Writer(s): Andrew Yates, Robert Sattin, David Robinson, Jonathan Darley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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