sea chantey
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Widow of the Wind
There's a story that's told in this old harbor town
When children are sleeping and the lamps are turned down
They whisper in the shadows as the rain hits the tin
The tragic dark tale," the widow of the wind"
Molly was the daughter of Parson Mcphee
She danced in the waves round the "Chapel ‘o’ the Sea"
The good parson loved Molly more than his own life
He vowed she’d not be a poor fisherman’s wife
Curse you blue northerns that fill up their sails
Damn these cold waters that spawn the great whales
I pray my dear Molly will not suffer my sins
Nay be chained to this ocean and a widow of the wind
Daniel Fitzsimons had a mighty right arm
He could toss a harpoon almost sixty yards
All the ladies in town tried to turn Daniel’s head
But t'was Molly McPhee he swore someday to wed
The Parson, no fool saw the way their eyes met
And the vow that he’d made he could not forget
He made secret plans to send Molly away
To a convent in France, just south of Calais
Curse you blue northerns that fill up his sails
Damn these cold waters that spawn the great whales
I’ll make sure that young seaman never sees her again
He’ll never chain her to this ocean a widow of the wind
They both slipped away while the Parson was gone
And got married in Bedford by the mayor of the town
Daniel kissed her goodbye as he boarded his ship
Took with him to sea the sweet taste of her lips
Was a deck hand from Portsmouth told a sad tale
Of a lancer keel hauled by a monstrous white whale
Molly watched the horizon each day and each night
But six long months passed with no vessel in sight
Curse you blue northerns that fill up his sails
Damn these cold waters that spawn the great whales
Heartache and sorrow are all that you bring
And leave me chained to this ocean a widow of the wind
They say that she walked to the sea and was drowned
And her bonnet and slippers were all that was found
Some still see her lamplight glow neath the tides
And the night birds that circle seem to echo her cries
Curse you blue northerns that fill up his sails
Damn these cold waters that spawn the great whales
The full moon only shines down its light on my sins
And keeps me chained to this ocean a widow of the wind