The Flying Dutchman And Me

The Flying Dutchman And Me (Larry W Jones 02/02/2020) (song #7667)A bottle of rum pleases the sailorBut it’s just the sailin’ that pleases meBilly he was a blue water whalerAnd like me he loved to be fancy freeWe climbed high riggin’ for seaman’s wagesThe deck from the top yard arm far belowAn old sailor’s tale rings through the agesOf the Flying Dutchman lost in the blowBilly was as wild as a blue northerAnd I reckoned he had makins’ like meHe said goodbye to mother and fatherYoung Billy the Flying Dutchman and meNow ladies of Spain we do adore youBut never forget we’re men of the seaSailors of the salty brine through and throughYoung Billy the Flying Dutchman and meWe rounded the Cape Of Good Hope one nightAnd stormy waves they were thirty feet highThe Table Bay light was nowhere in sightBilly and I had faces full of frightThen out of the storm an apparitionA ship with torn sails on the wild tossed seaSo we steered in its wake toward Table BayYoung Billy, the Flying Dutchman, and meIt was near dawn when we made the harborWhere was the ship that saved us from the seaAn old sailor’s tale that night grew largerYoung Billy, the Flying Dutchman, and me Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.