See the sailors ships dance on the wave
To the rising sun they prepare to sail
Waiting to greet birds and smooth tides,
And to dream when the evening rides
See the sailors gather their sails
With rum as their better companion
They sing and tell tales from happy mouths,
While the ready ship waltzed about
Come see the sailors sail away
“Ay Ca’pn”, to empty seas, they went
The song of old sea folk come to mind,
When the waves and ship sail by
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Image by Jindu Favor Iroegbu, my little brother.
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