ABOARD THE SPRAY
Cindy Kallet's version from the CD booklet:
by Dillon Bustin 1991

When I was a boy, up in Nova Scotia,
Drawing all the clipper ships just to learn their names,
Iwanted for a toy nothing but a sailboat
Nothing else would do, nor could ever be the same.

CHO
All aboard the Spray, all alone I say,
All those lovely days, my flags unfurled.
I did set sail, I did prevail,
I did regale myself around this world,
All around this world.

When I was a youth, workin' in the boot shop,
Listining to fishermen lying up a shame,
Or telling me the truth, regaling me with tall tales
I couldn't tell the difference, it was all the same. (CHO)

Then I was a captain, wrecked in Paranagua*,
Shipping jungle lumber all in the trading game;
I built myself a boat, sailed us back to Boston,
Though my wife and boys they would never be the same. (CHO)

Back in Massachusetts, given an old oyster boat,
Rebuilt her plank for plank, the oceans for to tame
Reborned with that sloop, pretty as a white swan,
Once I stepped aboard the Spray I would never be the same. (CHO)

Now I am an old man, settled on the Vineyard,
Living on a farm and fading with my fame
I dream of Venezuela's Orinoco River,
I'll sail unto its source or I'll never be the same. (CHO)

LAST CHO
All aboard the Spray, all alone I say,
All those lovely days, my flags unfurled.
I will set sail, I will prevail,
I will regale myself around this world,
All around this world.