Misc Folk - Stormy - Текст песни

Old Stormy, he was a bully old man,
WALK HIM ALONG, AND CARRY HIM ALONG;
Old Stormy, he was a bully old man,
CARRY HIM TO HIS BURYING GROUND.


CHORUS:
To me wa-ay, Stormy,
Walk him along, and carry him along,
To me way Stormy,
Carry him to his burying ground.


Old Stormy's dead and gone to rest,
Of all the sailors, he was the best.

For fifty years he sailed the seas,
In winter storms and summer breeze.

And now Old Stormy's day is done,
We marked the place where he has gone.

He slipped his cable off the Horn,
Far from the place where he was born.

I wish I was Old Stormy's son,
I'd build a ship of a thousand ton.

I'd load her with New England rum,
And all my shellbacks they'd have some.