A Seafaring Son-M. R. Moose/Richard Mousseau
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TXT A Seafaring Son-M. R. Moose/Richard Mousseau 文本歌词
I set sail from Port Leven,
to sail the Grand Banks before I was seven.
From the deck I bait barb hooks,
before I was dough-boy for the ship’s cook.
(chorus)
I sing hi-ho a sailor be I,
no cabin boy I cry.
I’m a son of a son’s seafaring son.
My dear old Grand-Dad long gone,
did sail on the Spanish brig, Black Swan.
He did sail the seas as the King’s privateer,
for gold to plunder with-out fear.
When Dad set sail for New-found-land,
he said the bounty of fish would be grand.
Beyond the banks where seas meet the sky,
below the rolling waves the cod lie.
Be the sea so clam or gales tossed,
we pray thee not no ships be lost.
Mothers plead for sons to stay home.
Like father a son to sea will roam.
I set sail from Port Leven,
to sail the Grand Banks before I was seven.
From the deck I bait barb hooks,
before I was dough-boy for the ship’s cook.
