Sunday, September 4, 2016

Bully Boy

I do not generally post ripped material, but since it is impossible to find this song in any format but this one, I'll go ahead and take the consequences.  If the estate of the McGarrigle sisters wants to come after me, I will tell them firmly that they should make their album available in digital.  This is from 1964, the year of my birth:




She’s sailing out of Lunenburg harbour,
A legend and a win before her,
She won all the races of her day.
The ghost we see is only time away,
And it’s blow boys, blow my bully boys, blow . . .

Captain Angus Walters met the Prince of Wales;
He rode the seas and fought the gales.
They sold his ship to carry freight;
The queen sailed off to meet her fate,
And it’s blow boys, blow my bully boys, blow . . .

Now in the memory of other times
She rides as the tail on the back of a dime;
She follows the wind then answers the call,
As seagulls cry to the sea and all,
And it’s blow boys, blow my bully boys, blow . . .

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