Shout! Shout! (music - Martha Woods, lyrics - Martha Woods)

When the working day is done, we'll steer the boats to shore;

With sandy feet, we'll storm the pubs and swear to work no more,

But while the sea within the harbour walls is oh so still and silent,

A raging tempest sweeps across the waves on the horizon.

So shout, shout, you sailors bold,

For the rich and the poor and the young and the old,

We each have a story that needs to be told,

Through tune and verse and rhythm;

But when you hear the siren song,

Singing of storms that still rage on,

Put your song sheets back where they belong,

For now it's time to listen!

Use your voice to make a change, but ears just might be stronger,

Don't let your tuneless drunken songs go echoing 'round the harbour;

And don't ignore the siren when she warns you of the weather,

For she won't be there to help you put your shipwreck back together!

So shout, shout, you sailors bold,

For the rich and the poor and the young and the old,

We each have a story that needs to be told,

Through tune and verse and rhythm;

But when you hear the siren song,

Singing of storms that still rage on,

Put your song sheets back where they belong,

For now it's time to listen!

And dance, dance, you sailors grand,

Take your partner hand-in-hand,

Through every corner of this land,

From Longships to the Gribbin;

But when you hear the siren song,

Singing of storms that still rage on,

Kick your dancing shoes back off,

For now it's time to listen!