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Sandy (Sandy) fishnets (fishnets)
Washed up on the shore
What's she (what's she) catching? (Catching?)
And will she be sore?
Sandy was the prettiest of all
She talked French, she came from Montreal
During chores, she never had to huff
Sandy caught all bat all to herself
We slept in the trailer to the right
Sandy told us stories late at night
She spoke of ships and sailors
And the sea so big and wide
She had lots of uncles and was always tired
Sandy (Sandy) fishnets (fishnets)
Washed up on the shore
What's she (what's she) catching? (Catching?)
And will she be sore?
How they loved her in those early days
Mrs. Bolger let her go away
All the uncles drove her up to play
We would see them kissing on the lake
Time went by and Sandy's all grown up
The lines of uncles dwindled and the pirates stories stopped
Then one day Melissa May showed up
And Sandy had to share a bed with us
Sandy (sandy) fishnets (fishnets)
Washed up on the shore
What's she (what's she) catching? (Catching?)
And will she be soaring over the sea?
The wind in her sails and a knife in her teeth
And the helm of a ship on its way to a distant shore
The muted twilight and an uncharted island
Sandy, we're all getting older
What will they do with us when they are through with us?
Sandy, what are we sailing for?
Christmas morning, 1993
Presents waiting underneath the tree
There's a box for me, a box for me
No gift for poor old Sandy to be seen
We found Sandy sobbing quietly
Uncle Gerald said he liked Christine
Mrs. Bolger said she'd have to leave
Three days later she was gone
The day she turned 13