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To land men all, on ye I call, I hope you will attend,
To these few simple verses that I have lately penned;
Concerning the dangers which we must undergo,
While anchored down in Gull Cove,
Where the stormy winds do blow.
The Madonna Hayden and Tommy in command,
Each year he got a saving voyage here on Gull Cove Stand;
The spring when he was leaving home, he had not mind to go,
To the rugged shores of Gull Cove,
Where the stormy winds do blow.
The Carrie and Aggie Bailey I mean for Paddy Hann,
The year he was lamenting being here on Gull Cove Stand;
If he had to go to the Southern Shore,
We'd have got a load, you know,
But were anchored down in Gull Cove,
Where the stormy winds do blow.
This song it only reaches up as far as Leather Cove Point,
I don't think they're getting fish up there,
They all seem rather buoyant;
But, perhaps they're getting fish up there and don't want us to know,
While we're anchored down in Gull Cove,
Where the stormy winds do blow.
We sailed up to St. Mary's, it was a place of rest,
But mostly up in Riverhead, the place we loved the best;
After a few days lying there, back to our gear we do go,
And the rugged shores of Gull Cove,
Where the stormy winds do blow.
Now to conclude and finish, I wish to end my song,
John Hayes it is my name, Parker Cove I do belong;
I don't think I have offended you, as far as I may know,
May the Gull Cove waves roll me to sleep,
Where the stormy waves do blow.
