Furious Frank
Indianola
Come all ye boys from IndianolaCome on and go with meYou're bound to leave that pretty little lassFor the glory it shall beTo be found under the seaWe'll soon be bound for New York townAnd for Greenland we'll set sailFor two long years we'll poke aroundAnd hunt for the Greenland whaleMy boys we shall not failFor two long years we'll cast and haulThe harvest of the seaFortunes made we'll soon be homeIn Texas our countryFor two long years my pretty little lassI've longed to lie with theeWithin your arms I'd kiss your cheekBeneath the Scrub Oak TreeNow that would be gloryFor two long years it's been aroundYour pretty little lass was undergroundShe died with the plague like half the townHer dying wish was that you had drowned
From Letras Mania