paul clayton - old stormalong lyrics
old stormy, he is dead and gone
to my way, you storm along
stormy, he is dead and gone
way, hay, hay, mister stormalong
carry him to his long last home
to my way, you storm along
bury him in the burying ground
way, hay, hay, mister stormalong
and dig his grave with a silver spade
to my way, you storm along
lower him down with a golden chain
way, hay, hay, mister stormalong
dig his grave both deep and wide
to my way, you storm along
see that he is safe inside
way, hay, hay, mister stormalong
you can lower ‘im down with a golden chain
to my way, you storm along
stormy’ll never rise again
way, hay, hay, mister stormalong
i wish i was old stormy’s son
to my way, you storm along
i’d build me a ship of a thousand tons
way, hay, hay, mister stormalong
i’d load her with new england rum
to my way, you storm along
all my sailors should have some
way, hay, hay, mister stormalong
a glass of grog for every man
to my way, you storm along
and a bottle for the shantyman
way, hay, hay, mister stormalong
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