I remember, oh so well,
How our bow cut through the swell,
As we left old Savannah far behind;
Yes, I stood there by your side,
So proud to be your bride,
That picture still lingers in my mind.

Now she was your first command,
Bark-rigged with sails so grand,
With a chance of wind she'd show what she could do;
Once she set so fierce a pace,
That the pride glowed in your face,
As you told me, "We sail chalk ginger blue!"

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Sail on, my Jode, sail on,
Sail on, my love so true;
I miss you more than words can ever tell;
Now it's been many a-year,
Since I've seen your face so dear,
Sail on, sail on, chalk ginger blue.

If you've wondered 'bout the ways
I found to spend my days,
Sailing in my bark upon the sea;
There was needlework and chores,
I helped keep track of stores,
And at night we'd read each other poetry.

Then I learned to navigate;
I played nursemaid to the Mate,
Who almost died before reaching shore;
I'd walk the decks and watch the sails,
See porpoises and whales,
There was so little time left to be bored.

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To the south our course aligned,
With a load of Georgia pine,
Santiago, Cuba, was our goal;
The Windward Passage we did thread,
Soon we spied El Morro Head,
Slipped in the Bay and anchored off the mole.

That night in a foreign land,
I never saw anything so grand,
Tall mountains silhouetted by the moon;
We were so young and hale,
As we stood there by the rail,
We could not know our time would pass so soon.

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With rum and sugar in the hold,
We set our course so bold,
For the Atlantic in the winter sailors dread;
Though the billows loud did roar,
And our sails to shreds were tore,
After sixty days we sighted Beachy Head

As we cruised into the Downs,
We heard a welcome sound,
A sidewheel tug signaled with its horn;
They offered us a tow,
Up the Thames we'd go,
And at St. Katherine's Dock be dropped off in the morn.

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We soon settled in on shore,
Each day would bring a tour,
The Crystal Palace, then the Wax Museum;
We'd go on a shopping spree,
Spend a heap of our money,
Looking back it seems so like a dream.

We bade good-bye to London Town,
For Cardiff we were bound,
Loading for Savannah iron rail;
Sailing west was a wild delight,
And we soon made Tybee Light,
Only to be blown off by a gale.

When we docked in Savannah at last,
My voyaging was past,
We returned to Richmond Town by the train;
There I gave birth to a baby girl;
She became my world,
And my Captain, sailed off to sea again.

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Sad news came to our town,
That fever struck him down;
He was off in Trinidad, far from me;
Loading sugar in the hold,
And rum, so I've been told,
Another cargo bound for London quay.

Now I'm old and gray;
I'll soon see my last day,
But before I go I've this to say to you;
Set your own course and sail away,
And you'll not regret the day,
The day that you sail chalk ginger blue.

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