The Thresher Lyrics by Phil Ochs

The Thresher Lyrics

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    Bm f# bm
    In portsmouth town on the eastern shore

    Em a f
    Where many a fine ship was born.

    Bm g
    The thresher was built

    F# bm
    And the thresher was launched

    Em a f#
    And the crew of the thresher was sworn.

    Bm g
    She was shaped like a tear

    F# bm
    She was built like a shark

    Em a f#
    She was made to run fast and free.

    Bm g
    And the builders shook their hands

    F# bm
    And the builders shared their wine,

    Em a f#
    And thought that they had mastered the sea.


    Bm f#
    Yes, she'll always run silent

    Em f#
    And she'll always run deep

    Em bm
    Though the ocean has no pity

    A f#
    Though the waves will never weep


    Bm
    They'll never weep.


    And they marvelled at her speed
    Marvelled at her depth
    Marvelled at her deadly design.
    And they sailed to every land
    And they sailed to every port
    Just to see what faults they could find.
    Then they put her on the land
    For nine months to stand
    And they worked on her from stem to stern.
    But they could never see
    It was their coffin to be
    For the sea was waiting for their return.

    Yes, she'll always run silent
    And she'll always run deep
    Though the ocean has no pity
    And the waves will never weep
    They'll never weep.

    On a cold wednesday morn
    They put her her out to sea
    When the waves they were nine feet high.
    And they dove beneath the waves
    And they dove to their graves
    And they never said a last goodbye.
    And its deeper and deeper
    And deeper they dove
    Just to see what their ship could stand.
    But the hull gave a moan
    And the hull gave a groan
    And they plunged to the deepest darkest sand.

    Now she lies in the depths
    Of the darkened ocean floor
    Covered by the waters cold and still.
    Oh can't you see the wrong
    She was a death ship all along
    Died before she had a chance to kill.

    [final chorus same but in past tense].

    [alternate final verse from an early broadside tape]

    And it's 8000 fathoms of the water above
    And over 100 men below
    And sealed in their tomb
    Is the cause of their doom
    That only the sea will ever know /pre>

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