Over de sea de schooner boat
_Star of de Sout'_ is all afloat,
Many a fine brave feesherman
Sailin' away for Newfunlan';
Ev'ry feller from St. Malo,
Dem is de boy can mak' her go!
Tearin' along t'roo storm or gale,
Never sparin' an inch of sail--
Down below w'en de night is come,
Out wit' de bottle an' t'ink of home,
Push it aroun' till bottle's drain,
An' drink no more till we're home again,
"Here's to de win' dat lif' de fog,
No matter how she's blowin',
Nort' or sout', eas' or wes',
Dat is de win' we love de bes',
Ev'ry sailor an' young sea dog,
Here's to de win' dat lif' de fog
An' set de ship a-goin'."
Flyin' over de wave she go,
_Star of de Sout'_ from St. Malo,
Never a tack, before she ran
Out on de bank of Newfunlan'--
Drop de anchor, an' let her down,
Plaintee of comrade all aroun',
Feeshin' away till night is fall,
Singin' away wit' ev'ry haul,
"Heres to de win' dat lif' de fog,
No matter how shes blowin',
Nort' or sout', eas' or wes',
Dat is de win' we love de bes',
Ev'ry sailor an' young sea dog,
Heres to de win' dat lif' de fog
An' set de ship a-goin'."
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_Star of de Sout'_--did you see de light
Steamin' along dat foggy night?
Poor leetle bird! anoder star
Shinin' above so high an' far
Dazzle you den, an' blin' de eye,
Wile down below on de sea you lie
Anchor dere--wit' your broken wing
How could you fly w'en de sailor sing
"Heres to de win' dat lif' de fog
No matter how shes blowin',
Nort' or sout', eas' or wes',
Dat is de win' we love de bes',
Ev'ry sailor an' young sea dog,
Heres to de win' dat lif' de fog
An' set de ship a-goin'"?
