G------------C----G-----------Em While cruisin’ ’round Portland one day for a spree, -G---------------------------------D I spied a fair damsel the wind blowin’ free; -G-------------------Em I buttoned me jacket and hove way me chew, ---C-------------------G And drew along side, her bunting to view.
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G--------------------------Em Sing fal-de-ral, lad-dies, sing fal-de-ral-day, ----G------------C---G---D--------G Sing fal-de-ral, lad-dies, sing fal-de-ral-day!
I said, “Pretty fair maid, where are you bound?” She replied with a wink “The Old Port of Town; To Widgery Wharf where me Friendship Sloop bides, If you’d like to board her, I’ll lay you ’longside.” (CHO)
She tossed out a line and took me in tow, To Widgery Wharf like a shot we did go; We clewed up our tops’ls and rounded up neat, And moored fore and aft, below Union Street. (CHO)
Now that sloop sure looked sharp, her fiddlehead neat, And I admired her lines as I trimmed all her sheets; She was round in the counter and broad at the beam, Such a weatherly craft I seldom had seen. (CHO)
I checked out her cuddy and found lots of room, And there deep inside I stowed me jib-boom; We rode out the weather, the waves breaking free, Hove to in her harbor, as snug as could be. (CHO)
Now, Widgery Wharf is a place I know well, Since I’ve swallowed the anchor, in a bait shack to dwell; Where I spend all me days a-mending fish gear, But all of me nights in the arms of me dear. (CHO)