Haul on the bowline, so early in the morning
Where the prow meets the waves of the sea
Bring this ship back home to me
Swab decks of gleaming wood, so hot under a summer noon
Where the hull floats in the vast of the sea
Bring this ship back home with me
Raise high the white sails, so early ‘fore a sunset
Where the winds blow the path of the sea
Bring this ship back home to thee
Drink to a fiddler’s song, so joyful in the evening
Where the music shall carry across the sea
Bring my baby back home to me
Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead
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