fogarty's cove

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 mothers'

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 clean

watch the combers roll in

till i come to wild rose chance again down in fogarty's cove

she'll walk the sandy shore so clean

watch the combers roll in

till 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 and nose into the channel

my sally keeps a supper and a bed for me down in fogarty's cove