Without A Net lyrics:
"Fair Nancy"

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Me Dad was from Devon, born in Torquay,
And he had a wee boat we would sail in Lyme Bay.
With the foam at her bow and her sails spread like wings
We'd sit by the tiller, together to sing.

Fair Nancy's a bit old and broad in the beam.
She's showing her years but still sound at the seams.
Whatever the weather, wherever you roam,
It's Nancy, Fair Nancy, will carry you home!

I remember the time that a squall took us ill;
T'was doubtful to me we could head Portland Bill,
But me Dad, the best seaman from Cornwall to Kent,
He weathered her handsome and sang as her went.

Fair Nancy's a bit old and broad in the beam.
She's showing her years but still sound at the seams.
Whatever the weather, wherever you roam,
It's Nancy, Fair Nancy, will carry you home!

So it's off then to Sandhurst to make me a man,
To fight for my country as ever I can,
But in the dark and the waiting I still close my eyes
And see my Fair Nancy at the quay where she lies.

Fair Nancy's a bit old and broad in the beam.
She's showing her years but still sound at the seams.
Whatever the weather, wherever you roam,
It's Nancy, Fair Nancy, will carry you home!

Then came the day when the Wehrmacht broke through,
The front had collapsed. There was nothing to do
But fall back on Ostend, Dunkirk and Calais
And pray that the navy could salvage the day.

Pressed by Panzer and Stuka we fell back on the beach,
With England in sight and the world out of reach.
A mere seven leagues cross to Dover's white cape
And us on the sands with no hope of escape.

Then through the smoke came the true British fleet
To rescue us all from the ruin of defeat,
And from a green clinker with faded red sail
The voice I loved most cut loose with a hail:

Fair Nancy's a bit old and broad in the beam.
She's showing her years but still sound at the seams.
Whatever the weather, wherever you roam,
It's Nancy, Fair Nancy, will carry you home!

So I scrambled aboard with a crewmate or five,
Astonished to end the day free and alive,
With a course set for home, the wind blowing strong
And my Dad at the tiller, singing his song.

Fair Nancy's a bit old and broad in the beam.
She's showing her years but still sound at the seams.
Whatever the weather, wherever you roam,
It's Nancy, Fair Nancy, will carry you home!
Whatever the weather, wherever you roam,
It's Nancy, Fair Nancy, will carry you home!