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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 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-streamin'

From the thunder squalls when I hauled my trawls.

And my old Cape Ann a-gleamin'

With my oilskins all a-streamin'

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

There let me rest in the Earth's cool breast

Where the stars shine out their wonder

And the seas roll up their thunder