Текст Stan Rogers – Cape St. Mary’s

Take me back to my western boat
Let me fish off Cape St. Mary’s
Where the hag-downs sail
And the Fog horns wail

Let me feel my dory lift
To the broad Atlantic combers
Where the tide rip swirls
And the wild ducks whirl
And old Neptune calls the numbers
‘Neath the wild Atlantic combers

Let me sail up Golden Bay
With my oilskins all a-streaming
From the thunder squalls where I haul me trawls
And my old Cape Ann a-gleaming
With my oilskins all a-streaming

And let me view that rugged shore
With the beaches all a-glisten
With the caplin spawn
Where from dusk till dawn
You bait your trawl, and you listen
To the undertow a-hissin’

And when I reach that last big shoal
Where the groundswells 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

Oh, take me back to that snug green cove
Where the seas roll up their thunder