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  1. Theresa Maria

From the album Never Land

Music & Lyrics by Hugh Scott.

Lyrics

Well, out through the narrows, we'll sail for wide ocean,
Leaving the harbour for forces unseen;
Anxiously waiting for the big catch to follow,
And the big thrash that churns up the sea.

Sail on Theresa Maria,
Bring home the sailors and the catch in your hold;
Trust in the hands there to guide you,
Hold up your end now and cut through the sea;
I have faith in the captain and thee.

The cold North Atlantic will gladly destroy you,
She'll whip up her winds, turn her waters aboil;
She'll call on the sea witch to rip off our hatches,
And sweep us all off to the sea.

Sail on Theresa Maria,
Bring home the sailors and the catch in your hold;
Trust in hands there to guide you,
Hold up your end now and cut through the sea;
I have faith in the captain and thee.

The sea witch would cackle as she sends ice to blind you,
She'll call on the waters to bring you right down;
And out of her pocket she'll pull out her mitre,
And dance on our heads till we drown.

Sail on Theresa Maria,
Bring home the sailors and the catch in your hold;
Trust in hands there to guide you,
Hold up your end now and cut through the sea;
I have faith in the captain and thee.

Sail on Theresa Maria,
Bring home the sailors and the catch in your hold;
Trust in hands there to guide you,
Hold up your end now and cut through the sea;
I have faith in the captain and thee.