On a boat up the Tyne
a favourite river of mine
oil slicks and old shields.
The south side
a bit wide of Whitley bay
some say
the rough side
Is where I guide
her in
thirty seven feet
mahogany timber
a tall ship
slipping fast into dock.
Going home into port
shirt and shorts
a tan from the maze
of places I've been
this gypsy boy and
his
'Ocean Queen
sleek and lean
lean into the wind
together.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
On a boat up the Tyne
a favourite river of mine
oil slicks and old shields.
The south side
a bit wide of Whitley bay
some say
the rough side
Is where I guide
her in
thirty seven feet
mahogany timber
a tall ship
slipping fast into dock.
Going home into port
shirt and shorts
a tan from the maze
of places I've been
this gypsy boy and
his
'Ocean Queen
sleek and lean
lean into the wind
together.
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