Stormalong |
Capstan Chanty
O, Stormy's gone, that good old man, To my way hay, Stormalong, John! O, poor old Stormy's dead and gone, To my aye, aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong!
2. We dug his grave with a silver spade,
3. We lowered him with a silver chain,
4. An able sailor, bold and true, | 5. He's moored at last, and furled his sail, To my way hay, Stormalong, John! No danger now from wreck or gale. To my aye, aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong!
6. I wish I was old Stormy's son,
7. I'd fill her up with New England rum,
8. I'd sail this wide world 'round and 'round, |
9. Old Stormy's dead and gone to rest, To my way hay, Stormalong, John! Of all the sailors he was the best, To my aye, aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! |