Cape Stmarys Lyrics - Singles - Rogers Stan

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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Written by Otto P. Kelland, Quality Music, Inc., PROC. 

Recorded by Stan Rogers in 1982 on For the Family, Folk 

Traditions, R002. 

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