“The sun’s gonna pass the light at the point, and it’s still hot as August. Let’s have another song to chase the afternoon away, Davey.”

“I don’t know all those songs, the ones you want. I got one’s too long, but I’ll run at it.

Come all ye young sailormen listen to me, I’ll sing you a song of the fish of the sea.
Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow; we’re bound to the southward, so steady she goes.
Oh, first came the whale, he’s the biggest of all, he clumb up aloft, and let every sail fall.
Next came the mackerel with his striped back, he hauled aft the sheets and boarded each tack.
The porpoise came next with his little snout, he grabbed the wheel, calling “Ready? About!”.
Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow; we’re bound to the southward, so steady she goes.

” Oh, that’s grand, Davey, keep on in.”

Then came the smelt, the smallest of all, he jumped to the poop and sung out, “Topsail, haul!”.
The herring came saying, I’m king of the seas! If you want any wind, I’ll blow you a breeze.”
Up jumped the tuna saying, “No, I am the king! Just pull on the line, and let the bell ring.”
Next came the cod with his chucklehead, he went to the main-chains to heave to the lead.
Last come the flounder as flat as the ground, saying, “Damn your eyes, chucklehead, mind how you sound!”
Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow; we’re bound to the southward, so steady she goes.

“Oh, there’s a clincher comin’, I can feel it.”

Then, up jumps the fisherman with a big grin, and with his big net he scooped them all in.
Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow; we’re bound to the southward, so steady she goes.

“Oh Davey, that is grand. Sing one for the girl. She’s got the moon and stars in her eyes, and you in her hair. Her father’s off the banks, and won’t be home for days. Give her one to keep her here or it’s all buoys and no gulls. “

“É bonita, para certo. Mas um pai pode ver sobre um oceano.”

“Sing it, we’ll watch for the sails. If he’s riding low, he’ll have fish, and then money; and he’ll buy us all a round. If he’s riding high at the gunnels, it won’t matter if you’re friend or foe. He’ll have the olho evil. Sing it.”

It was late last night when the boss came home
askin’ for his lady
The only answer that he got:
She’s gone with the Gypsy Davey
She’s gone with the Gypsy Dave

Well I had not rode to the midnight moon
When I saw the campfire gleaming
I head the notes on the big guitar
And the voice of gypsies singing
That song of Gypsy Dave.

There in the light of the camping fire,
I saw her fair face beaming
Her heart in tune with the big guitar
And the voice of the gypsy singing
That song of Gypsy Dave.

Have you forsaken your house and home?
Forsaken you your baby?
Have you forsaken your husband dear
To go with Gypsy Davey?
For the song of Gypsy Davey?

Yes, I’ve forsaken my husband dear
To go with Gypsy Davey
And I’ve forsaken my mansion high
But not my blue-eyed baby.

She smiled to leave her husband dear
And go with Gypsy Davey;
But the tears come trickling down her cheek
To think of the blue-eyed baby-
The pretty blue-eyed baby.

Take off, and leave your buckskin gloves
Made of Spanish leather
Give to me your blonden hair
And we’ll ride home together
We’ll ride home again.

No I won’t take off the buckskin gloves,
Made of Spanish leather
I’ll go my way from day to day,
And sing with Gypsy Davey

“I’ve noticed Davey, that the girl never ditches a gypsy and runs off with any bankers in your songs. “

“Someday maybe I’ll buy a pencil, or get some money, and it’ll all be different.”