LET ME FISH OFF CAPE ST. MARY'S

Take me back to my Western Boat
Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's
Where the hag-downs sail and the foghorns 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 rip tides swirl and the wild ducks swirl
Where Old Neptune calls the number
'Neath the broad Atlantic Combers.

Let me sail up Golden Bay
With my oilskins all a streamin'
From the thunder squall-when I hauled me trawl
And my old Cape Ann a gleamin'
With my oilskins all a streamin'.

Let me view that rugged shore
Where the beach is all a glisten
With the Caplin spawn where from dusk to dawn
You bait your trawl and listen
To the undertow a-hissin'.

When I reach that last big shoal
Where the ground swells back asunder,
Where the wild sands roll to the surges toil
Let me be a man and take it
When my dory fails to make it.

Take me back to that snug green cove
Where the seas roll up their thunder
There let me rest in the earth's cold breast
Where the stars shine out their wonder
And the seas, roll up their thunder.