A big tin box of books and writing paper (A small aneroid barometer) And other things that need to be kept dry (Like nightclothes) I won it as a prize at school (Three biscuit tins with bread and tea and...) Salt and bread, lots and lots of eggs (Separately wrapped for fear of smashing)
A frying pan, a saucepan, and a kettle (Lots of plates and spoons and forks and...) Two ground sheets with tents wrapped up inside (A seedcake) A long coil of stout grass rope (Two sacks stuffed with blankets and rye) Tins of corned beef, tins of sardines I think we have all that we need
Swallow I don't know what I would do Without you There's barely a day that goes by I don't picture you in my mind And smile Swallow
Swallow I almost think you're alive Sometimes When I am lost and confused You seem to know what to do Don't you? Swallow
Hoist up the mainsail Haul in the anchor Make fast the halyard Let go the painter
It's time we put to sea And set The Swallow free
Farewell, and adieu to you Fair Spanish ladies Adieu, and farewell to you Ladies of Spain For we're under orders to Sail to Old England And we'll never see all you Ladies again
We'll rant and we'll roar just like True British sailors We'll range and we'll row over All the saltseas Until we strike soundings for The English Channel From Ushant to Scilly 'tis Thirty-five Leagues
Swallow The wind blows fair in the East Feel the breeze Show them that you're the best boat Ever to be set afloat Show them Swallow
Swallow We'll follow you to the end Of the world And now that the wind's in your sails We know that you'll never fail Let's go Swallow
Hoist up the mainsail Haul in the anchor Make fast the halyard Let go the painter
It's time to put to sea And set The Swallow freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
