Fogarty's Cove
Stan Rogers
We just lost sight of the Queensport light_ Down_ the bay before us_ And the wind_ has blown some cold today_ With just a wee touch of snow_ Along_ the shore near Lazyhead_ Hard_ abeam Half Island_ Tonight_ we'll let the anchor go_ Down in Fogarty's Cove_ My Sal_-ly's like the ra_-ven's wing_ Her hair_ is like her mother's_ With hands_ that make quick work of a chore_ And eyes like the top of a stove_ Come sup_-per time she'll walk the beach_ Wrapped_ in my old duffle_ With her eyes_ upon the masthead reach_ Down in Fogarty's Cove_ She will walk_ the sandy shore so plain_ Watch_ the combers roll in_ 'Til I come_ to Wild Rose Chance again_ Down in Fogarty's Cove_ She will walk_ the sandy shore so plain_ Watch_ the combers roll in_ 'Til I come_ to Wild Rose Chance again_ Down in Fogarty's Cove_ She cries_ when I'm away_ to sea_ Nags_ me when I'm with her_ She'd ra_-ther I'd a government job_ Or maybe go on_ the dole_ But I love_ her wave as I put about_ And nose_ into the channel_ My Sally keeps a supper and a bed for me_ Down in Fogarty's Cove_ She will walk_ the sandy shore so plain_ Watch_ the combers roll in_ 'Til I come_ to Wild Rose Chance again_ Down in Fogarty's Cove_ She will walk_ the sandy shore so plain_ Watch_ the combers roll in_ 'Til I come_ to Wild Rose Chance again_ Down in Fogarty's Cove_