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Oh the Anne Louise is waiting for a crew to jump aboard

To take her out to deeper waters further from the shore

For its quiet and still in the

harbor, not a voice to be heard in the bay

But the winds coming down from

Norway and there’s plenty to be done today

Oh! Cast off me lads

We’ll set the sails out in cause

She’s been gasping for some action

Out on the open seas

Oh there’s nothing quite like pitching

Along at dangerous speeds

With my hand on the tiller

Of my sky blue westerly

Oh we’ve coffee and we’ve bacon and we’ve everything on board

So cry the crew, cast off from this safe haven we’ve been moored

For there’s salt wind in our lungs boys, and salt blood in our veins

But the winds coming down from norway making horses beyond the cranes

Oh! Cast off me lads

We’ll set the sails out in cause

She’s been gasping for some action

Out on the open seas

Oh there’s nothing quite like pitching

Along at dangerous speeds

With my hand on the tiller

Of my sky blue westerly

Oh she may be kinda small but she’s got everything and more

For a crew of hopeless seadogs salut side up the shore

Oh we may be back in a month, or we may be back in a day

But the winds coming down from

norway and there’s no way that we can stay

Oh! Cast off me lads

We’ll set the sails out in cause

She’s been gasping for some action

Out on the open seas

Oh there’s nothing quite like pitching

Along at dangerous speeds

With my hand on the tiller

Of my sky blue westerly

Oh the Anne Louise has had her fill and now we must away

To walk upon the shores and share the stories of the day

Oh we may sleep well in our beds

tonight, and we may not be back here for days

But the winds coming down from

norway and our dreams will be on the waves

Oh! Cast off me lads

We’ll set the sails out in 'cause

She’s been gasping for some action

Out on the open seas

Oh there’s nothing quite like pitching

Along at dangerous speeds

With my hand on the tiller

Of my sky blue westerly

Oh! Cast off me lads

We’ll set the sails out in cause

She’s been gasping for some action

Out on the open seas

Oh there’s nothing quite like pitching

Along at dangerous speeds

With my hand on the tiller

(With my hand on the tiller!)

With my hand on the tiller

Of my sky blue westerly

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