Take me back to my western boat Let me fish off Cape St. Mary'sWhere the hog-doves sail and the fog-worms wailWith my friends the bronze and the clariesIn the swells of old St. Mary'sLet me feel my dory liftThrough the broad Atlantic converseWhere the tide-rips swirl and the wild-tide furlsAnd the ocean calls the numbersIn the swells of old St. Mary'sLet me feel my dory liftThrough the broad Atlantic converseWhere the tide-rips swirl and the wild-tide furlsLet me sail of golden daysWith moyl skins all a-streamin'From the thunder-squall where I hauled me trollDown the old Cabana gleamIn the swells of old St. Mary'sapplause