OLD SOU'WESTER

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OLD SOU'WESTER

There's an old sou'wester hanging,
On the hat rack in the hall.
Just passing time and waiting,
To answer ocean's call.

The Captain often went to sea,
And wore it on his head.
In thunder storms and howling gales,
And other times of dread.

When clouds would come to hide the sun,
And lightning arched the sky.
The Captain stood out on the bridge,
That sou'wester kept him dry.

The Captains gone his voyage done,
He'll go to sea no more.
But that old sou'wester stays behind,
On the hat rack near the door.

Ian Adrian Millar

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Found this and thought it appropriate to add under this thread title.

K.

My memory often wandered back
when I was but a lad,
When the boats came in from fishing,
I ran to meet my dad;
He would take his old sou'wester off
and throw it ashore to me,
And I would put it on my head,
how happy I would be.

My father's old sou'wester
he wore in days gone by,
And every time he put it on
his face would beam with joy;
It reminds me of the happy days,
those happy days of old,
I would not part with that old hat
for the full of it in gold.

He wore it every Sunday,
he never liked a cap,
He wore it every Monday
when he went to haul the trap;
He wore it in the sunshine,
he wore it in the rain,
On Sunday and on Monday
he wore it just the same.

If that old hat could only speak,
what stories it would tell,
Would tell you of many's the time
he fought the raging swell;
It would tell you of the happy time
out on the squiddin' ground,
Wherever that my father went,
it was perched upon his crown.

And now he's dead and laid to rest,
he'll wear it nevermore,
For there's no stormy weather
over on the other shore;
He said to me before he died,
"There's one request I'll make,
Go take my old sou'wester hat
and wear it for my sake."

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