The Bow to the Sailor
Oh, for the winds, they blow, they blow
Oh, for the winds, they blow
The bow to the sailor, it does call
Oh, for the winds, they blow
The gentleman in blue and white
He stands so proud and tall
He tilts his brow and lifts his hat
All for the pretty girls
Each one of them so fine and trim
All lined up in a row
The bow to the sailor, it does call
Oh, for the winds, they blow
The gentleman, he takes his gun
His armour and his blade
Calls his name to the commodore
And takes to the English waves
The commodore with lace and crown
On shoulders dressed in gold
"Away to your captain!" he does call
Oh, for the winds, they blow
The gentleman is good and true
His heart all made of gold
He takes to the sea to fight and free
All of the pretty girls
Each one of them so fine and trim
All lined up in a row
The bow to the sailor, it does call
Oh, for the winds, they blow
The gentleman in blue and white
He stands so proud and tall
He tilts his brow and lifts his hat
All for the pretty girls
Each one of them so fine and trim
All lined up in a row
The bow to the sailor, it does call
Oh, for the winds, they blow
Oh, for the winds, they blow
The bow to the sailor, it does call
Oh, for the winds, they blow
The gentleman in blue and white
He stands so proud and tall
He tilts his brow and lifts his hat
All for the pretty girls
Each one of them so fine and trim
All lined up in a row
The bow to the sailor, it does call
Oh, for the winds, they blow
The gentleman, he takes his gun
His armour and his blade
Calls his name to the commodore
And takes to the English waves
The commodore with lace and crown
On shoulders dressed in gold
"Away to your captain!" he does call
Oh, for the winds, they blow
The gentleman is good and true
His heart all made of gold
He takes to the sea to fight and free
All of the pretty girls
Each one of them so fine and trim
All lined up in a row
The bow to the sailor, it does call
Oh, for the winds, they blow
The gentleman in blue and white
He stands so proud and tall
He tilts his brow and lifts his hat
All for the pretty girls
Each one of them so fine and trim
All lined up in a row
The bow to the sailor, it does call
Oh, for the winds, they blow
Credits
Writer(s): Angela Mary Hardy
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