Sou' Spain
C. Fox Smith/William Pint
(Recorded by Lewis, Pint & Dale on Making Waves)
Are you coming, Johnnie Bowline, have you had your fill of
fun?
Are you ready Johnnie Bowline, now your payroll's spent and
done?
And your welcome's growing stale, and your pals begin to fail,
And there's something seems to whisper, that it's time to sign
again.
Time to hit the trail you know, time to pay your shot and go,
Time to heave your donkey's breakfast in and sail Sou' Spain!
Chorus
Sou' Spain, Sou' Spain, in the grey dawn breaking chill.
Sou' Spain, Sou' Spain, give it lip lads with a will.
Oh don't you weep for me, for me, my lovely Liza Jane.
You'll soon forget your sailorman, that's sailed Sou' Spain.
Are you coming, Johnnie Bowline, have you kissed your girl
adieu?
There's a lofty skysail clipper and I think she waits for you,
And she's ready for the sea and the Peter's flying free,
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And the wind goes through her rigging like a ranting old
refrain:
"Time to find a ship once more,Cartier Ballon Bleu Replica
you've been over long upon the
shore,
Time to hump your old sea chest aboard and sail Sou' Spain!"
Hurry up now Johnnie Bowline, for she hasn't long to stay.
Get a move on, Johnnie Bowline, if you mean to come away.
For the tide is at the flood and the anchor's off the mud,
And they're tramping round the capstan, in the darkness
and the rain,
And the oilskins and sea chest go the way of all the rest,
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Oh it's time to take the pierhead jump and sail Sou' Spain.
