Hey, walk her 'round, heave and heave her short again Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the pawl Loose all sail, and brace your yards aback and full Ready jib to pay her off and heave short all
Well, fare three well, we can stay no more with you, my love Down, set down your liquor and your girl from off your knee The wind has come to say, you must take me while you may We're bound to Mother Carey where she feeds her chicks at sea
Hey, walk her 'round, break her, break it out o' that Break our starboard bower out, apeak, awash, and clear Port, port she casts, with the harbour-roil beneath her foot And that's the last o' bottom we shall see this year
Well, fare thee well, for we've got to take her out again Take her out in ballast, riding light and cargo-free And it's time to clear and quit, when the horse grips the bitt So we'll pay you with the foresheet and a promise from the sea
Hey, tally on, aft and walk away with her Handsome to the cathead, now, oh tally on the fall Stop, seize and fish, and easy on the davit-guy Up, well up the fluke of her, and inboard haul
Well, fare thee well, for the Channel wind's took hold of us Choking down our voices as we snatch the gaskets free It's blowing up for night and she's dropping light on light And she's snorting under bonnets for a breath of open sea
Wheel, full and by, we'll smell her road alone to-night Sick she is and harbour-sick, oh sick to clear the land Roll down to Brest with the old Red Ensign over us Carry on and thrash her out with all she'll stand
Well, fare thee well, and it's Ushant gives the door to us Whirling like a windmill on the dirty scud to lee The last flicker goes from the tumbling water-rows And we're off to Mother Carey, walk her down to Mother Carey We're bound for Mother Carey where she feeds her chicks at seaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
