Letras
We just lost sight of the Queensport light
Down the bay before us
And the wind has blown some cold today
With just a wee touch of snow
Along the shore from Lazy Head
Hard abeam Half Island
Tonight we'll let the anchor go
Down in Fogarty's Cove
My Sally's like the ravens wing
Her hair is like her mother's
With hands that make quick work of a chore
And eyes like the top of a stove
Come suppertime she'll walk the beach
Wrapped in my old duffle
With her eyes upon the masthead reach
Down in Fogarty's Cove
She will walk the sandy shore so plain
Watch the comber's roll in
'Til I come to Wild Rose Chance again
Down in Fogarty's Cove
She will walk the sandy shore so plain
Watch the comber's roll in
'Til I come to Wild Rose Chance again
Down in Fogarty's Cove
She cries when I'm away to sea
Nags me when I'm with her
She'd rather I'd a government job
Or maybe go on the dole
But I love the waves as I pull about
Nose into the channel
My Sally keeps the supper and a bed for me
Down in Fogarty's Cove
She will walk the sandy shore so plain
Watch the comber's roll in
'Til I come to Wild Rose Chance again
Down in Fogarty's Cove
She will walk the sandy shore so plain
Watch the comber's roll in
'Til I come to Wild Rose Chance again
Down in Fogarty's Cove