Well, indeed you lost your friend. On the south side of where you live. Heard the call and had to leave. Boarded up windows and burned out brick. . Oh please don't you get.
My father was a haystack man. Always said, Son go a find what you can. He said, The guns get jammed up in the sand. Don't let them try to fool you. . I said, But daddy we ain't fighting the Cong no more.
As with gladness men of old did the shining world behold. And took us down to the water's edge. Said if we are not, careful with what we do. We will reach a final end.
On a brig loaded with timber headed. For the North Maine coast, they took on some rough seas. The captain and his slave fought back the heavy waves. But they were threatenin' to break her up so badly.