The Fisherman's Friends - Bengal Bay Lyrics

Lyrics Bengal Bay - The Fisherman's Friends



There's some that's bound for New York Town, and some that's bound for France,
Heave away me Johnnies, heave away.
And there's some that's bound for the Bengal Bay, to teach them whales a dance,
Heave away me Jonny boys, we're all bound to go.
The Pilot he is waiting for the turning of the tide,
Heave away me Johnnies, heave away.
And then me boys we're going again with the good and westerly wind,
Heave away me Jonny boys, we're all bound to go.
Farewell to you, you Kingston girls, farewell to St Andrew's dock,
Heave away me Johnnies, heave away.
If ever we return again, we'll make your cradles rock,
Heave away me Jonny boys, we're all bound to go.
Come all you hard working sailor men, around the Cape of Storms,
Heave away me Johnnies, heave away.
Be sure of your boots and your oil skins, or you'll wish you'd never was born,
Heave away me Jonny boys, we're all bound to go.
There's some that's bound for New York Town, and some that's bound for France,
Heave away me Johnnies, heave away.
And there's some that's bound for the Bengal Bay, to teach them whales a dance,
Heave away me Jonny boys, we're all bound to go.



Writer(s): John Anthony Brown, Julian Nicholas Brown, John Leonard Mcdonnell, Christopher John Lethbridge, Jeremy David Brown, Jonathan Robert Cleave, Michael William Hawkins, Jason Nicholas, Toby Lobb


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date of release
10-07-2015




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