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    Rogers Stan Cape St.mary’s текст песни

    Cape St.mary’s

    Take me back to my western boat
    Let me fish off Cape St. Mary’s
    Where the hog-down sail
    And the Fog horns wail
    With my friends the Browns and the Clearys
    Let me fish off Cape St. Mary’s

    Let me feel my dory lift
    To the broad Atlantic combers
    Where the tide rip swirls
    And the wild ducks whirl
    And old Neptune calls the numbers.
    ‘Neath the wild Atlantic combers

    Let me sail up Golden Bay
    With my oilskins all a-streaming
    From the thunder squalls when I hauled my trawls.
    And my old Cape Ann a-gleaming
    With my oilskins all a-streaming.

    And let me view that ragged shore
    With the beaches all a-glisten
    With the caplin spawn
    Where from dusk till dawn
    You bait your trawn, and you listen
    To the undertow a-hissin’.

    And when I reach that last big shoal
    Where the groundswells break asunder,
    Where the wild sands roll to the surge’s toll
    Let me be a man and take it
    When my dory fails to make it.

    Oh take me back to that snug green cove
    Where the seas roll up their thunder
    There let me rest
    In the Earth’s cool breast
    Where the stars shine out their wonder
    And the seas roll up their thunder.



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