Good friends gather round, and the truth I'll relate,
How a cove near Lu-bec became Bailey's Mis-take;
Now there was a bold captain whose name was Bai-ley,
And his ship ended up where 'twas not s'possed to be.
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So here's to our captain, where e'r he may be,
A friend to the sailor on land and on sea;
Ye mariners all, weigh the risks that ye take,
Lest you be remembered like Bailey's Mistake.
He set sail from Boston, Downeast for Lubec, With a cargo of lumber piled high on the deck; He skirted Nantucket with nary a fear, And our crew gave a cheer as the Maine coast drew near. (CHO)
As we closed on Lubec, we was socked in by fog, But continued to sail by compass and log; As our ship ghosted in, "Look sharp!" Bailey said, "You'll soon see the narrows off West Quoddy Head." (CHO)
But, alas, for poor Bailey, no narrows we found, And in a large cove our ship ran aground; Said Bailey, "As sailors, there's no way we can win; Let's unload the lumber, build homes and move in." (CHO)
So let's drink to old Bailey, who sailed the salt sea, 'Till his ship ended up where 'twas not s'possed to be; He'd be sailing still could he just navigate, But he's doing quite well selling prime real estate. (CHO)