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 raven's 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      She will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the combers rolling   Till I come to Wild Rose Chance again down in Fogarty's Cove   She will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the combers rolling   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 job or maybe go on the dole   But I love the waves as I pult about, nose into the channel   My Sally keeps the supper and a bed for me, down in Fogarty's Cove      She will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the combers rolling   Till I come to Wild Rose Chance again down in Fogarty's Cove   She will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the combers rolling   Till I come to Wild Rose Chance again down in Fogarty's Cove