Part Ii — текст песни (Fairport Convention)

I was sixteen now and full of life, life was full of things to see
Grown up in my little town and only seen Torquay
So it`s off I went to Newton Abbot to get myself the deeds to sign
My father took them and tore them up, saying That`s no life for a boy of mine
John, my son, don`t join the Navy, there`s no good in it, I know
Plant your seeds on solid ground and watch your harvest grow
John, my son, don`t join the Navy, that`s clay that`s underneath your skin
John, my son, don`t join the Navy, don`t go leaving your kith and kin
A boy must breathe and . . . or call himself a failure
So I would see some foreign shores and I would be a sailor
So I went off to my mother for a week or more and wiled and wheeled and won my way
Father put the pen to paper in the fields at lunch the very next day