Take me back to my Western boat Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's Where the hogdowns sail and the foghorns wail With my friends the Browns and the Clearys In the swells off old St. Mary's Let me feel my dory lift To the broad Atlantic combers Where the tide rips swirl and the wild ducks whirl And the ocean calls the numbers In the swells off old St. Mary's Let me sail up Golden Bay With my oilskins all a streamin' From the thunder squall where I hauled me trawl And me old Cape Ann a gleamin' In the swells off old St. Mary's Take me back to my Western boat Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's Where the hogdowns sail and the foghorns wail With my friends the Browns and the Clearys In the swells off old St. Mary's