Little did I think when the judge first spoke  Those awful words to me  That I would feel again the cold winds blow  And a heart would beat in 'Babbacombe' Lee  I was born to lead a life of sorrow  I've friends hang their heads in shame  Growing tired and weary of the morrow  Tortured by my terrible name  When I was fifteen, my father called to me  Saying "Now you are a man and all men work  There's a lady and they say her name's Miss Keyes  Her pony's very old, it needs a nurse"  For eighteen months I worked for her at ?Hadley Glen?  She was like a mother to me  But time goes slowly when you're thinking wishfully  Of all the other places to be  There were boats drifting in the harbour  There were sailors talking in the town  That's the life for a boy who wants to wander  For a man who doesn't want to settle down