Lyrics Anne Louise - The Longest Johns
Oh
the
Anne
Louise
is
waiting
for
a
crew
to
jump
aboard
To
take
her
out
to
deeper
waters
further
from
the
shore
For
its
quiet
and
still
in
the
Harbor,
not
a
voice
to
be
heard
in
the
bay
But
the
winds
coming
down
from
Norway
and
there's
plenty
to
be
done
today
Oh!
Cast
off
me
lads
We'll
set
the
sails
out
in
cause
She's
been
gasping
for
some
action
Out
on
the
open
seas
Oh
there's
nothing
quite
like
pitching
Along
at
dangerous
speeds
With
my
hand
on
the
tiller
Of
my
sky
blue
westerly
Oh
we've
coffee
and
we've
bacon
and
we've
everything
on
board
So
cry
the
crew,
cast
off
from
this
safe
haven
we've
been
moored
For
there's
salt
wind
in
our
lungs
boys,
and
salt
blood
in
our
veins
But
the
winds
coming
down
from
norway
making
horses
beyond
the
cranes
Oh!
Cast
off
me
lads
We'll
set
the
sails
out
in
cause
She's
been
gasping
for
some
action
Out
on
the
open
seas
Oh
there's
nothing
quite
like
pitching
Along
at
dangerous
speeds
With
my
hand
on
the
tiller
Of
my
sky
blue
westerly
Oh
she
may
be
kinda
small
but
she's
got
everything
and
more
For
a
crew
of
hopeless
seadogs
salut
side
up
the
shore
Oh
we
may
be
back
in
a
month,
or
we
may
be
back
in
a
day
But
the
winds
coming
down
from
Norway
and
there's
no
way
that
we
can
stay
Oh!
Cast
off
me
lads
We'll
set
the
sails
out
in
cause
She's
been
gasping
for
some
action
Out
on
the
open
seas
Oh
there's
nothing
quite
like
pitching
Along
at
dangerous
speeds
With
my
hand
on
the
tiller
Of
my
sky
blue
westerly
Oh
the
Anne
Louise
has
had
her
fill
and
now
we
must
away
To
walk
upon
the
shores
and
share
the
stories
of
the
day
Oh
we
may
sleep
well
in
our
beds
Tonight,
and
we
may
not
be
back
here
for
days
But
the
winds
coming
down
from
Norway
and
our
dreams
will
be
on
the
waves
Oh!
Cast
off
me
lads
We'll
set
the
sails
out
in
'cause
She's
been
gasping
for
some
action
Out
on
the
open
seas
Oh
there's
nothing
quite
like
pitching
Along
at
dangerous
speeds
With
my
hand
on
the
tiller
Of
my
sky
blue
westerly
Oh!
Cast
off
me
lads
We'll
set
the
sails
out
in
cause
She's
been
gasping
for
some
action
Out
on
the
open
seas
Oh
there's
nothing
quite
like
pitching
Along
at
dangerous
speeds
With
my
hand
on
the
tiller
(With
my
hand
on
the
tiller!)
With
my
hand
on
the
tiller
Of
my
sky
blue
westerly
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