The Majestic Twelve - Heave Away, Boys lyrics

The Luna was loaded by Monday Madder, rum, lumber and lime As her masts swing past Currituck Inlet The lookout slowly waves Carolina goodbye Day by day they sail steadily onward Reach the Bahamas, and head back for home The wind starts to sprawl on the 21st morning The Luna starts to yaw, as the bosun's voice booms calling, "Pull boys, for our sons and our daughters Our wives pace the widow's walk 'til Spring But with patience and tide, and a westerly wind And with God on our side, we'll get home boys So pull through the weather, wet canvas and leather And no new songs to sing But with courage and pride, and a break in this storm And with God on our side, we'll get home" Weston Burr hails from Bristol, Rhode Island Ran off to sea at the age of thirteen On schooner and sloop from Nantucket to Sydney Walking with the strength of all the places he's seen As the troughs deepen quickly and rumble And the bilge water creeps ankle deep Weston just smiles at the younger men, laughing "It's just another storm," he says, As he wrestles the sheet and calls out, "Pull boys, for our sons and our daughters Our wives pace the widow's walk 'til Spring But with patience and tide, and a westerly wind And with God on our side, we'll get home boys So pull through the weather, wet canvas and leather And no new songs to sing But with courage and pride, and a break in this storm And with God on our side, we'll get home" We were out fishing drum in September Cruising just north up from Flying Pan Shoals The gale seemed to crawl right up out of the ocean Alex cut lines and we headed for home We all lost our breath as Her bow plunged past starboard Two hundred years since The Luna went down Still manned with 112 seaman and Weston Burr's howling corpse Unaware that he'd drowned calling, "Pull boys, for our sons and our daughters Our wives pace the widow's walk 'til Spring But with patience and tide, and a westerly wind And with God on our side, we'll get home boys So pull through the weather, wet canvas and leather And no new songs to sing But with courage and pride, and a break in this storm And with God on our side, we'll get home"