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Hours Eastly - Sour Mash lyrics

Lost, ship tossed
I am adrift at sea
I have expended my provisions
And my body is weak
Here’s a toast to those
My lady and my lover
Here’s a toast to hope the two should never meet
Oh! No!
I feel I’m in my final throes
I’ll surely die before this wind would send me home
As I sleep I dream of waking in a port of call
And I can hear them through the tavern wall
Damn these windless sails
3:2:1 Wiskey sour mash
Whet 'em like a snook light
She looks like an hourglass
Moor tight her port side
Drop the bower fast
Splice the main brace
Whiskey sour mash

If I should die a man of scanty years
At least I cease with whiskey, amber clear
It’s not as sweet as a woman’s touch
But it’s so much more sincere
Oh! No! The days they pass so slow
Damn these windless sails
As I fade beyond the waves there is a port of call
And I can here them down the tavern hall
Damn these windless sails

The mast has bowed
The bow is nesting with the crow
I’ll surely die before these waves would take me home
As I sleep I dream of waking in a port of call
And I can hear them through the tavern wall