>>1988052Now it’s just my luck to have the watch, with nothing left to do
But watch the deadly waters glide as we roll north to the ‘Soo’
And wonder when they’ll turn again and pitch us to the rail
And whirl off one more youngster in the gale
But I told that kid a hundred times “Don’t take the Lakes for granted
They go from calm to a hundred knots so fast they seem enchanted.”
But tonight some red-eyed Wiarton girl lies staring at the wall
And her lover’s gone into a white squall
