Blow The Wind Southerly

chorus
Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly,
Blow the wind south o'er the bonny blue sea,
Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly,
Blow, bonny breeze, my true lover to me.

They told me last night,
There were ships in the offing,
So I hurried down to the deep rolling sea,
But my eye would not see it,
Wherever might be it,
The barque that is bearing my lover to me. chorus

Ab major
Jim Hancock - guitar and voice

As performed on the recording:
Songs of Love (and Other Silly Stuff

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