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Trade Winds (aka A Nautical Extravagance )

From Horizons

Music 2004, 2010 Bob Zentz; lyrics by Wallace Irwin, 1906

 

I stood one day by the breezy bay  (C)
A-watching the ships go by,  (F-C)
When a tired tar said, with a shake of his head:  (F-C)
"I wisht I could tell a lie !  (C-G7)

"I've seen some sights as would jigger yer lights,  (C-C7)
And they've jiggered me own, in sooth,  (F-C)
But I ain't wuth a darn at spinnin' a yarn  (F-C)
That wanders away from the truth. (G7-C)

"We was out in the gig, the Rigamajig,
A mile and a half to sea,
When Capting Snook, with a troubled look,
He came and he says to me: 

"'O Bos'n Smith, make haste forthwith
Hemstich the fo'ard sail;
Accordeon pleat the dory sheet,
There's going to blow a gale.' 

     "I straightway did as the capting bid   (Am)
     No sooner the job was through  (Am)
     When the north wind, whoof, blew over the roof,  (Dm)
     And, murderin' lights, she blew ! (G7)

"She blew the tars right off of the spars,
And the spars right off of the mast,
Sails and pails, anchors and nails
Flew by on the wings o' the blast. 

     "The galley shook as she blew the cook
     Straight out o' the porthole glim,
     While pots and pans, kettles and cans
     Went clatterin' after him. 

"She blew the fire from our gallant stove
And the coal from our gallant bin,
She whistled apace past the capting's face
And blew the beard off his chin ! 

     "'O wizzel me dead!' the capting said
     (And the words blew out of his mouth);
     'We're lost, I fear, if the wind don't veer
     And blow awa' from the south.' 

"Then wizzel me dead, no sooner he'd said
Them words that blew from his mouth,
When the wind switched round with a hurricane sound
And blew straight in from the south. 

     "We opened our eyes with awild surprise,
     And never a word to say
     In changin' her tack the wind blew back
     The things that she'd blown away ! 

"She blew the tars back onto the spars,
And the spars back onto the mast;
Back flew the pails, the sails, and the nails,
Which into the ship stuck fast. 

     "And 'fore we could look she blew the cook
     Straight into the galley coop;
     Back dropped the pans, kettles, and cans,
     Without even spillin' the soup. 

"She blew the fire back into the stove
Where it burnt in its proper place
And all of us cheered as she blew the beard
Back on the capting's face. 

"There's more o' me tale," said the sailor hale,
"As would jigger yer lights, in sooth,
But I ain't wuth a darn at spinnin' a yarn
That wanders away from the truth."

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