SEA SONGS - online songbook

70 Traditional Sea & sailing related songs with complete lyrics.

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	THE SWALLOWS. Standing in to the Channel, the Lizard in sight, A fortnight, at Blackwall, would see us all right, Then the breeze that was driving us fast on to you, Chopped about and right west in our teeth the gale blew. Overhead then some swallows straight eastward flew past; Uncaring for head-winds, they skimmed through the blast; With their flight, onward, onward, my hopes longing flew; How I wished for their swiftness to wing me to you.