From the recording Vignettes

Lyrics

She’s a Tamar class, finest ever made
There she falls my friend, down the old slipway
That was me once, standing on the bow
You wouldn’t think it of me
Looking at me now

She’s a Tamar class, built for speed
Two C18, diesel marine
That was me once, working on the prow
You wouldn’t think it of me
Looking at me now

This old blazer, like me, is wearing thin
Can’t stop my hoary hands, trembling
But I’ll fix your gaze, and trade an old man’s grin
If you please my friend, put some money in

She’s a Tamar class, slipping out of view
Just like the younger man, I once knew
That was me once, hard to picture somehow
You wouldn’t think it of me
Looking at me now
You wouldn’t think it of me
Looking at me now