Cargill

Bored yet busy with my hands
Cargill you’ll have me round the bend
Cargill you’re pulling all the strands
Of my heartstrings entangled in your net
My luck’s turned thrawn
Always the quayside chores
A sister on each arm
Strong of shoulder weak at the knees
Cargill I’m the finest catch that you’ll land
Cargill do not presume to understand
The dread of counting home the fleet
The sudden thrill of seeing you’re safely back
Your catch has fallen at your feet
Cargill do not presume to understand
The dread of sounding the alarm
The sudden thrill of seeing you’re safely back
Cargill I’m the finest luck that you’ll charm
Cargill do not presume to understand
The dread of counting home the fleet
The sudden thrill of seeing you’re safely back
Cargill I’m the finest catch that you’ll land
Cargill I’m the finest luck that you’ll charm
Cargill I’m the finest catch that you’ll land