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Theresa Maria

Out through the narrows,
We'll sail for wide ocean.
Leaving the harbour for forces unseen.
Anxiously waiting, for the big catch to follow,
And the big thrashing that turns up the sea.

Sail on Theresa Maria
Bring home the sailors and the catch in your holds.
Trust in hands there to guide you.
Hold up your end now, and cut through the sea.
I've faith in the captian and thee.

The cold North Atlantic, will gladly destroy you.
She'd whip up her winds, turn her waters a boil.
She'd call on the Sea Witch, to rip off our hatches,
And sweep us all off to the sea.

Sail on Theresa Maria
Bring home the sailors and the catch in your holds.
Trust in hands there to guide you.
Hold up your end now, and cut through the sea.
I've faith in the captian and thee.

The sea witch would cackle, as she sends ice to blind you.
She'll call on the water to sink you right down.
And then from out of her pocket, she'll pull at our mitre.
And dance on our heads 'til we drown.

Sail on Theresa Maria
Bring home the sailors and the catch in your holds.
Trust in hands there to guide you.
Hold up your end now, and cut through the sea.
I've faith in the captain and thee.

####.... Hugh Scott ....####