---

William Henry Drummond - The Wind That Lifts The Fog
Work rating: Low

Over de sea de schooner boat
  _Star of de Sout`_ is all afloat,
  Many a fine brave feesherman
  Sailin` away for Newfunlan`;
  Ev`ry feller from St. Malo,
  Dem is de boy can mak` her go!
  Tearin` along t`roo storm or gale,
  Never sparin` an inch of sail--

  Down below w`en de night is come,
  Out wit` de bottle an` t`ink of home,
  Push it aroun` till bottle`s drain,
  An` drink no more till we`re home again,
  "Here`s to de win` dat lif` de fog,
    No matter how she`s blowin`,
  Nort` or sout`, eas` or wes`,
  Dat is de win` we love de bes`,
  Ev`ry sailor an` young sea dog,
  Here`s to de win` dat lif` de fog
    An` set de ship a-goin`."

  Flyin` over de wave she go,
  _Star of de Sout`_ from St. Malo,
  Never a tack, before she ran
  Out on de bank of Newfunlan`--
  Drop de anchor, an` let her down,
  Plaintee of comrade all aroun`,
  Feeshin` away till night is fall,
  Singin` away wit` ev`ry haul,
  "Here’s to de win` dat lif` de fog,
  No matter how she’s blowin`,
  Nort` or sout`, eas` or wes`,
  Dat is de win` we love de bes`,
  Ev`ry sailor an` young sea dog,
  Here’s to de win` dat lif` de fog
  An` set de ship a-goin`."

        *      *      *      *

  _Star of de Sout`_--did you see de light
  Steamin` along dat foggy night?
  Poor leetle bird! anoder star
  Shinin` above so high an` far
  Dazzle you den, an` blin` de eye,
  Wile down below on de sea you lie
  Anchor dere--wit` your broken wing
  How could you fly w`en de sailor sing
  "Here’s to de win` dat lif` de fog
  No matter how she’s blowin`,
  Nort` or sout`, eas` or wes`,
  Dat is de win` we love de bes`,
  Ev`ry sailor an` young sea dog,
  Here’s to de win` dat lif` de fog
  An` set de ship a-goin`"?
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.