The Ferry

Well the captain called from ship to shore

And the green light slipped away

The captain called for another song

The day was getting late

For the distant light of the Weavers Point

The Lochmor faced the gale

With your Gaelic sons in the city long

Round the saloon by the stairs

She tossed around the sun went down

And she fought her way to the shore

The fever of this sea believes

The boys are coming home