The Bow to The Sailor

The sea is powerful force and the call of a boat to a sailor even stronger. The need to seek employment, to provide, to protect, to fight. Sometimes the winds would blow and the men would have to sail away. There’s a strong sense of pride in the working man.

Oh for the winds they blow, they blow! Oh for the winds they blow! The bow to the sailor it does call, oh for the winds they blow!

The gentleman in blue and white he stands so proud and tall. He tilts his brow and lifts his hat, all for the pretty girls. Each one of them so fine and trim all lined up in a row. The bow to the sailor it does call, oh for the winds they blow.

The gentleman he takes his gun, his armour, and his blade, calls his name to the commodore and takes to the English waves. The commodore with lace and crown on shoulders dressed in gold “away to your captain!” he does call, oh for the winds they blow.

The gentleman is good and true his heart all made of gold, he takes to the sea to fight and free all of the pretty girls. Each one of them so fine and trim all lined up in a row. The bow to the sailor it does call, oh for the winds they blow!

The gentleman in blue and white he stands so proud and tall. He tilts his brow and lifts his hat all for the pretty girls. Each one of them so fine and trim all lined up in a row. The bow to the sailor it does call, oh for the winds they blow!

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