Two in the morning, dry-dock town
  The rivers rolls away in the night
  Little gypsy moth she's all tied down
  She quiver in the wind and the light
  Yeah and a sailing ship just held down in chains
  From the lazy days of sail
  She's just lying there in silent pain
  He lean on the turist rail
  A mother and her baby and the college of war
  In the concrete graves
  You never wanna fight against the river law
  Nobody rules the waves
  Yeah and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
  Around the Cutty Sark
  Single handed sailor goes sailing
  Sailing away in the dark
  He's upon the bridge on the self same night
  The mariner of dry dock land
  Two in the morning, but there is one green light
  And a man on the barge of sand
  She's gonna slip away below him
  Away from the things he's done
  But he just shouts "Hey man, what do you call this thing?"
  He could have said "Pride of London"
  On a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
  Around the Cutty Sark
  Yeah the single handed sailor goes sailing
  Sailing away in the dark