Let me Fish Off Cape St Marys by Irish Descendants Lyrics

Take me back to my Western boat
Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's
Where the hogdowns sail and the foghorns wail
With my friends the Browns and the Clearys
Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's

Let me feel my dory lift
To the broad Atlantic combers
Where the tide rips swirl and the wild ducks whirl
Where Old Neptune calls the number
'Neath the broad Atlantic combers

Let me sail up Golden Bay
With my oilskins all a streamin'
From the thunder squall when I hauled me trawl
And my old Cape Ann a gleamin'
With my oilskins all a streamin'

Let me view that rugged shore
Where the beach is all a-glisten
With the Caplin spawn where from dusk to dawn
You bait your trawl and listen
To the undertow a-hissin'
When I reach that last big shoal
Where the ground swells break asunder
Where the wild sands roll to the surge's toll
Let me be a man and take it
When my dory fails to make it

Take me back to that snug green cove
Where the seas roll up their thunder
There let me rest in the earth's cool breast
Where the stars shine out their wonder
And the seas roll up their thunder