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We just lost sight of the Queensport light down the bay before usAnd the wind has blown some cold today with just a wee touch of snowAlong the shore from Lazy Head hard abeam Half IslandTonight we'll let the anchor go down in Fogarty's CoveMy Sally's like the raven's wing, her hair is like her mothersWith hands that make quick work of a chore and eyes like the top of a stoveCome suppertime she'll walk the beach wrapped in my old duffleWith her eyes upon the masthead reach, down in Fogarty's CoveShe will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the combers rollingTill I come to Wild Rose Chance again down in Fogarty's CoveShe will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the combers rollingTill I come to Wild Rose Chance again down in Fogarty's CoveShe cries when I'm away to sea, nags me when I'm with herShe'd rather I'd a Government job or maybe go on the doleBut I love the waves as I pult about, nose into the channelMy Sally keeps the supper and a bed for me, down in Fogarty's CoveShe will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the combers rollingTill I come to Wild Rose Chance again down in Fogarty's CoveShe will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the combers rollingTill I come to Wild Rose Chance again down in Fogarty's Cove From Letras Mania