25 July 2011 0 Comments

The California


Ah me the boys the California
Girl of the Summer, and sons of the sea
Pack your gear for the California
Winds are seldom free

And now you got a breeze
I must go where the tall ships go
Climb aloft in a gale
Shanty loud for the bygone sailing days
When I gave chase to a whale
You know I followed the whale


So hoist a sail on this barkentine
We’re outward bound on the sea
Farewell to ye landlubbin’ sons of a rock
Our birds are flying free
They’ve forgotten all your dreams


So come all you poets and dreamers too
Tack your sail close to the line
Set your couse for a star found latitude
Hang all your troubles behind
The sea she’s a heady wine

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