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âPardon me, my captainâ in jest so gingerly
I was sleeping at the helm
her hello it broke the spell
On deck her fettered mercy
and her locks of golden brown
By the wind were stolen free
left me wondering fearfully
How'm I gonna make it if I can't make her smile?
I'm gonna make her smile
I'm gonna make her smile if it takes an age or just a while
Docked beside the houses, but none of them were hers
followed to her front door, all the way to Illinois
Treasure there I found it far away from sea and sand Farmer's daughter she had been
In the corn I kissed her neck scared as boys of bully's threats
The howl of herald waters another voyage to embark
could see the crew at every turn
hanging on my every word
A promise is a compass always pointing north
She followed it when I left as the letter did direct
Over and over and over she read