Duly Noted Acoustic Duo - The Roaring 40s

Hoist the yards from Chesapeake Bay
Baltimore is where I hail
South to the horn through Falkland Way
To California sail
Many years I've been at sea
Things have gone from bad to worse
With every trip around the horn
I fear the dutchman's curse

Through winds of the roaring 40s
Our clipper makes its way
In the gales and tow'ring seas
A sailor learns to pray

I took my leave in San Jose
And found a girl to be my wife
She'll say yes if I will stay
And leave the sailor's life
Tales I hear in this harbor town
Gold there finding in the hills
If only I could stay on land
But I'm a sailor still

Through winds of the roaring 40s
Our clipper makes its way
In the gales and tow'ring seas
A sailor learns to pray
Through winds of the roaring 40s
Our clipper makes its way
In the gales and tow'ring seas
A sailor learns to pray

Back through the 40s, east then north
Point me home to Baltimore
I'll live my days on the dark dry earth
A sailing man no more

Written by:
Scott Guttormson

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