Texty: Majestic Twelve (The). Searching For The Elvis Knob. Heave Away, Boys.

The Luna was loaded by Monday
Madder, rum, lumber and lime
As her masts swing past Currituck Inlet
The lookout slowly waves Carolina goodbye
Day by day they sail steadily onward
Reach the Bahamas, and head back for home
The wind starts to sprawl on the 21st morning
The Luna starts to yaw, as the bosun's voice booms
calling, "Pull boys, for our sons and our daughters
Our wives pace the widow's walk 'til Spring
But with patience and tide, and a westerly wind
And with God on our side, we'll get home boys
So pull through the weather, wet canvas and leather
And no new songs to sing
But with courage and pride, and a break in this storm
And with God on our side, we'll get home"
Weston Burr hails from Bristol, Rhode Island
Ran off to sea at the age of thirteen
On schooner and sloop from Nantucket to Sydney
Walking with the strength of all the places he's seen
As the troughs deepen quickly and rumble
And the bilge water creeps ankle deep
Weston just smiles at the younger men, laughing
"It's just another storm," he says,
As he wrestles the sheet and calls out,
"Pull boys, for our sons and our daughters
Our wives pace the widow's walk 'til Spring
But with patience and tide, and a westerly wind
And with God on our side, we'll get home boys
So pull through the weather, wet canvas and leather
And no new songs to sing
But with courage and pride, and a break in this storm
And with God on our side, we'll get home"
We were out fishing drum in September
Cruising just north up from Flying Pan Shoals
The gale seemed to crawl right up out of the ocean
Alex cut lines and we headed for home
We all lost our breath as Her bow plunged past starboard
Two hundred years since The Luna went down
Still manned with 112 seaman and Weston Burr's howling corpse
Unaware that he'd drowned
calling, "Pull boys, for our sons and our daughters
Our wives pace the widow's walk 'til Spring
But with patience and tide, and a westerly wind
And with God on our side, we'll get home boys
So pull through the weather, wet canvas and leather
And no new songs to sing
But with courage and pride, and a break in this storm
And with God on our side, we'll get home"