Cape Breton Sailor          
   
(Crocker)
      
   

   
   
   Now I've known many a sailor man
Who would have as their final wish
to give up their precious immortal soul
to the vasty blue ocean depth
   
There's a lass from Glace Bay
I'm to make my wife
To love & to cherish the rest of my life
 But I haven't the money to buy her a ring
For me tin is near empty ya see
   
   
Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny
 Your wife to be  
Is crying, Oh Johnny come home to me 
There's nothing but grief
To be had out to sea
It's the last place she wants you to be
   
   
Now it's been nigh on eighteen months
Since we've last seen the land of me birth
To the northwest passage 
And beyond
Ah, but what is it all worth
Each gallant mate 
Shall be paid a fair wage
To squander or to save
But what good will your pay do ya me boys
If your down in your watery graves
   
   
Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny
Your wife to be
is crying oh Johnny come home to me 
There's nothing but grief
To be had out to sea
It's the last place she wants you to be
   
   
Strange news on board has been cast about
That the salt pork & lime juice
Are soon to run out
But onward unto out fate we sail 
Whatever that fate may be
And if my life should end out here
On this cold Kamchatka morn'
Then bury me back on old Cape Breton Island
The land where I was born
   
Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny...
   
   
       (Copyright© 1996)  
   
   
   
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