The Flying Dutchman And Me (Larry W Jones 02/02/2020) (song #7667)
A bottle of rum pleases the sailor
But it’s just the sailin’ that pleases me
Billy he was a blue water whaler
And like me he loved to be fancy free
We climbed high riggin’ for seaman’s wages
The deck from the top yard arm far below
An old sailor’s tale rings through the ages
Of the Flying Dutchman lost in the blow
Billy was as wild as a blue norther
And I reckoned he had makins’ like me
He said goodbye to mother and father
Young Billy the Flying Dutchman and me
Now ladies of Spain we do adore you
But never forget we’re men of the sea
Sailors of the salty brine through and through
Young Billy the Flying Dutchman and me
We rounded the Cape Of Good Hope one night
And stormy waves they were thirty feet high
The Table Bay light was nowhere in sight
Billy and I had faces full of fright
Then out of the storm an apparition
A ship with torn sails on the wild tossed sea
So we steered in its wake toward Table Bay
Young Billy, the Flying Dutchman, and me
It was near dawn when we made the harbor
Where was the ship that saved us from the sea
An old sailor’s tale that night grew larger
Young Billy, the Flying Dutchman, and me
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