Fogartys Cove Lyrics by Stan Rogers
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FOGARTY'S COVE - stan rogers 1976
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 from Lazy Head hard abeam Half Island
Tonight we'll let the anchor go down in Fogarty's Cove
My Sally's like the ravens wing her hair is like her mothers'
With hands that make quick work of a chore and eyes like the top of a stove
Come suppertime she'll walk the beach wrapped in my old duffle
With her eyes upon the masthead reach down in Fogarty's Cove
Cho: She will walk the sandy shore so plain Watch the comber's roll in
'Till I come to Wild Rose Chance again down in Fogarty's Cove
She will walk the sandy shore again watch the comber's roll in
'Till 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 rather I'd a Government jod or maybe go on the dole.
But I love the waves as I pull about, nose into the channel
My Sally keeps the supper and a bed for me down in Fogarty's Cove.
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FOGARTY'S COVE - stan rogers 1976  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 from Lazy Head hard abeam Half Island  Tonight we'll let the anchor go down in Fogarty's Cove  My Sally's like the ravens wing her hair is like her mothers'  With hands that make quick work of a chore and eyes like the top of a stove  Come suppertime she'll walk the beach wrapped in my old duffle  With her eyes upon the masthead reach down in Fogarty's Cove  Cho: She will walk the sandy shore so plain Watch the comber's roll in   'Till I come to Wild Rose Chance again down in Fogarty's Cove   She will walk the sandy shore again watch the comber's roll in   'Till 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 rather I'd a Government jod or maybe go on the dole.  But I love the waves as I pull about, nose into the channel  My Sally keeps the supper and a bed for me down in Fogarty's Cove.  chorus ( X2 )