Let Me Fish Off Cape St. Mary's
Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's,
Where the hagdowns sail and the foghorns wail
With my friends the Browns and the Clearys
Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's.
To the broad Atlantic combers,
Where the tide rips swirl and the wild ducks whirl
Where Old Neptune calls the numbers
'Neath the broad Atlantic combers....
With my oilskins all a 'streamin'....
From the thunder squall - - when I hauled me trawl
And my old Cape Ann a gleamin'
With my oil skins all a 'streamin'....
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'.
Where the ground swells break asunder,
Where the wild sands roll to the surges toll.
Let me be a man and take it
Where my dory fails to make it.
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.