Bounding Main
By: Bounding Main
Catalog ID: 260579   Duration: 3:02   Tempo: Med Slow   BPM: 81   Vocal: Mixed Vocals
Genre: Folk Music | Sea Shanties | Pirate songs
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A Sailor's Prayer
Fo'c'sle Song
©1978 Rod MacDonald

Though my sails be torn and tattered, and the mast be turned about
let the night wind chill me to my very soul
though the spray might sting my eyes, and the stars no light provide
give me just another morning light to hold

[For] I will not lie me down, this rain a-ragin'
[No] I will not lie me down, in such a storm
and if this night be unblessed, I shall not take my rest
[Until] I reach another shore

Though the only water left, is but salt to wound my thirst
I will drink the rain that falls so steady down
. . . though night's blindness be my gift, and there be thieves upon my drift
I will [thank the] fog that shelters me along 

Though my mates by drained and weary, and [it seems] their hopes are lost
there's no need for their bones on that blackened bottom
and though death waits just off the bow, we will not answer to him now
he shall stand to face the morning without us
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