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Anne LouiseOh the Anne Louise is waiting for crew to jump aboardTo take her out to deeper waters further from the shore For it's quiet and still in the harbour, not a voice to be heard in the bay But the wind's coming down from Norway and there's plenty to be done today Oh, cast off me lads, we'll set the sails harding 'Cause she's been gasping for some action out on the open seas Oh there's nothing quite like pitching along at dangerous speeds With my hand on the tiller of my sky blue westerly Oh we've coffee and we've bacon and we've everything on board So cried the crew: "cast off from this safe haven we've been moored For there's salt wind in our lungs boys and salt blood in our veins But the wind's coming down from Norway making horses beyond the cranes Oh, cast off me lads, we'll set the sails harding 'Cause she's been gasping for some action out on the open seas Oh there's nothing quite like pitching along at dangerous speeds With my hand on the tiller of my sky blue westerly Oh she may be kind of small but she's got everything and more For a crew of hopeless sea-dogs to lose sight of the shore Oh we may be back in a month or we may be back in a day But the wind's coming down from Norway and there's no way that we can stay Oh, cast off me lads, we'll set the sails harding 'Cause she's been gasping for some action out on the open seas Oh there's nothing quite like pitching along at dangerous speeds With my hand on the tiller of my sky blue westerly Oh the Anne Louise has had her fill and now we must away To walk upon the shores and share the stories of the day Oh we may sleep well in our beds tonight and we may not be back here for days But the wind's coming down from Norway and our dreams will be on the waves Oh, cast off me lads, we'll set the sails harding 'Cause she's been gasping for some action out on the open seas Oh there's nothing quite like pitching along at dangerous speeds With my hand on the tiller of my sky blue westerly Oh, cast off me lads, we'll set the sails harding 'Cause she's been gasping for some action out on the open seas Oh there's nothing quite like pitching along at dangerous speeds With my hand on the tiller of my sky blue westerly |