All in a day, Willy,
all in a day;
She's leaving today, Willy,
she's sailing away.
Do you recall, Willy,
the steel wind cutting off the river?
Do you recall, Willy,
the berth plans at the water's edge?
Will they ever know, Willy,
the life hours welded on the river?
Is it any more, Willy,
than just so much wages underneath the bridge?
All in a day, Willy,
all in a day;
She's leaving today, Willy,
she's sailing away.
And come tomorrow, Willy,
when the peeping Toms have canned the final picture;
And come tomorrow, Willy,
when the cocktail-party faces stiffen hard;
And come tomorrow, Willy,
the same wind will whistle off the river;
And come tomorrow, Willy,
I'll see you seven thirty in the yard.

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