Cape of Good Hope
| Stian T�nnesen |
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| I�m going to the place where the gods fight wars Where the angels sit in silence while the demons roar It will take me ten weeks down and ten weeks up And I�ll shake the devils hand at the cape of good hope The captain was a hard man from the town of Killybegs He had seen two wars and lived except for his right leg He was trusted and respected by all of us onboard And he sailed us along on the pride of Donegal I�m drinking today �cause I�m sailing out tomorrow Twenty weeks at sea without a drop of irish porter I�m drinking today so give me bitter by the barrel Twenty weeks to cape of good hope and home The first port of the journey was a dock in Tangiers Then we went to Senegal and things went wrong from there The best part of the crew laid sick beneath the deck With yellowfever, scurvey and a touch of gonorrea The captain lost his marbles and he took the wrong turn However he did manage that I guess I�ll never learn The after seven weeks at the open sea I saw the shore of Trinidad reveal itself to me I�m drinking today �cause I�m sailing out tomorrow Twenty weeks at sea without a drop of irish porter I�m drinking today so give me bitter by the barrel Twenty weeks to cape of good hope and home Now I�ll never have to see where the gods fight wars The angels are singing and I�m standing in Awe The pride of Donegal well we burned her down And I�m never gonna leave my place in the sun I�m drinking today �cause I�m sailing out tomorrow Twenty weeks at sea without a drop of irish porter I�m drinking today so give me bitter by the barrel Twenty weeks to cape of good hope and home This page has been viewed 3829 times © |
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