[Verse 1: Britpop male lead, belted, loud straight drums] Forty ships I've welded in this yard Forty ships and every one was hard Steel in the morning and sparks at night Lads in the canteen, lads in a fight Now the forty-first is up on the stocks Gates shut Friday and they're changin' the locks Head office sent us a number to paint Not a name, just a number, and a long complaint [Pre-Chorus: Britpop male lead, wall of guitars] So we came back late with the ladders and tins Painted all night, and we painted our sins [Chorus: Britpop male lead, full force] Go on, let her go Down the slip to the water below Every town has a name it should show Go on, let her go [Verse 2: Britpop male lead, belted, round bass] Morning comes up and the whole town's here Grandads and kids and the girls from the pier Standin' in rows on the edge of the dock Lookin' up high at the bow on the block Six-foot letters in white on the grey The name of our town for the world to say Manager's face went red and then white Then he laughed and said, lads, you got it right [Chorus: Britpop male lead, full force] Go on, let her go Down the slip to the water below Every town has a name it should show Go on, let her go [Bridge: Britpop male lead, slower, wall of guitars] Give us the hammer, the last chock is mine Forty-one ships and I've walked the line One swing for my father, one swing for me One for the town that's goin' out to sea Manager hands me the cap off his head Says Tommy, you built her, you finish her instead [Verse 3: Britpop male lead, belted, loud straight drums] She shook on the slip and she started to slide Slow, then faster, then she split the tide Whole town roarin' like a football crowd Never been prouder, never been so loud She'll go to Norway, she'll go to Brazil Carryin' our name over every hill Of water there is, and when the yard is dust She's still out there, sailing for us [Final Chorus: Britpop male lead, full force, descant above] Go on, let her go Down the slip to the water below Every town has a name it should show Go on, let her go [Outro: Britpop male lead, belted, wall of guitars] Let her go, let her go The yard's gone quiet but the town don't know How to stand still when the tide's in flow Let her go, let her go Forty-one ships and the last one's ours Paint still wet in the early hours [End]
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