Song | My Donald |
Artist | Bert Jansch |
Album | Crimson Moon |
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My Donald he works on the sea | |
Where the waves they blow wild and free | |
He splices the ropes, he sets the sail. | |
Southward he goes, in search of the whale | |
He never thinks of me left behind | |
Nor the torments that rage in my mind | |
He's mine for only half part of the year | |
Then leaves me behiínd, with nothing but a tear | |
Oh you ladies who smell the wild rose | |
Think for the perfume to where a man goes | |
Think of the women, the children that yearn | |
For men never return from hunting the sperm | |
Oh my Donald he works on the sea | |
Where the waves they blow wild and free | |
He splices the ropes, he sets the sail. | |
Southward he goes, in search of the whale |
My Donald he works on the sea | |
Where the waves they blow wild and free | |
He splices the ropes, he sets the sail. | |
Southward he goes, in search of the whale | |
He never thinks of me left behind | |
Nor the torments that rage in my mind | |
He' s mine for only half part of the year | |
Then leaves me behii nd, with nothing but a tear | |
Oh you ladies who smell the wild rose | |
Think for the perfume to where a man goes | |
Think of the women, the children that yearn | |
For men never return from hunting the sperm | |
Oh my Donald he works on the sea | |
Where the waves they blow wild and free | |
He splices the ropes, he sets the sail. | |
Southward he goes, in search of the whale |
My Donald he works on the sea | |
Where the waves they blow wild and free | |
He splices the ropes, he sets the sail. | |
Southward he goes, in search of the whale | |
He never thinks of me left behind | |
Nor the torments that rage in my mind | |
He' s mine for only half part of the year | |
Then leaves me behií nd, with nothing but a tear | |
Oh you ladies who smell the wild rose | |
Think for the perfume to where a man goes | |
Think of the women, the children that yearn | |
For men never return from hunting the sperm | |
Oh my Donald he works on the sea | |
Where the waves they blow wild and free | |
He splices the ropes, he sets the sail. | |
Southward he goes, in search of the whale |