Haul On The Bowline
Sweet miss Lucy
Is my little gal
Haul on that line
Her bosom in the morning light
Dirty shanty in the night
Haul on the bowline
Mother ocean
Is mighty mean
She will always be
Mountains rollin’ over there
Brawlers crawlin' everywhere
Haul on the bowline
Dear ol’ comrades, look around
Think we better leave
This levee’s gonna break
Beans and whiskey, heavy scurvy
Dark eyed damsels, topsy turvy
Haul on the bowline
Copyright © 2009 Zwaardvis / Talpa Publishing
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