| Lyrics: | Stormalong
Old Stormy he is dead and gone
To me way you Stormalong!
But now he's
dead an' gone to rest,
Ay! Ay! ay! Mister Stormalong!
Of all ol' skippers he
was best,
But now he's dead an' gone to rest,
He slipped his cable off Cape
Horn,
Close by the place where he was born.
Oh, off Cape Horn where he was
born,
Our sails wuz torn an' our mainmast gorn.
We'll dig his grave with a silver
spade.
His shroud of finest silk was made.
We lowered him down with a golden
chain,
Our eyes all dim with more than rain.
He lies low ln his salt-sea bed,
Our
hearts are sore, our eyes wuz red.
An able searnan bold an' true,
A good ol' skipper
to his crew.
He's moored at last an' furled his sail,
No danger now from wreck or
gale.
Old Stormy heard the Angel call,
So sing his dirge now one an'
all.
Oh, now we'll sing his funeral song,
Oh, roll her over, long an'
strong.
Old Stormy loved a sailors' song,
His voice was tough an' rough an'
strong.
His heart wuz good an' kind an' soft,
But now he's gone 'way up
aloft.
For fifty years he sailed the seas,
In winter gale and summer
breeze.
But now Ol' Stormy's day is done;
We marked the spot where he is
gone.
So we sunk him under with a long, long roll,
Where the sharks'll have his
body, an' the divil have his soul.
An' so Ol' Stormy's day wuz done,
South fifty
six, west fifty one.
Ol' Stormy wuz a seaman bold,
A Grand Ol' Man o' the days of
old.
From Shanteys from the Seven Seas, Hugill
@sailor @death
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