French Shore
When I was a young man, just barely fourteen
Craving adventure and lore
I boarded a clipper, me dad was the skipper
And sailed it along the French Shore, yeah
We sailed all along the French Shore
What beautiful vessels were sailing back then
All bound for the North Labrador
And so for that reason they came here that season
To sail all along the French Shore, yeah
To sail all along the French Shore
On each ship a maiden was hired to cook
A beautiful girl to adore
So young and cavorting, all ready for courting
While sailing along the French Shore, yeah
While sailing along the French Shore
Being too young for courting I soon did decide
To spy on the lovers on shore
I spied on a couple so loving and supple
While sailing along the French Shore, yeah
While sailing along the French Shore
They're actions peculiar appeared to me then
But now they're not funny no more
They were hugging and kissing
Oh what I've been missing
While sailing along the French Shore, yeah
While sailing along, sailing along
Sailing along the French Shore
That couple has children now married I know
You see they're not young anymore
Still yet they don't know
How I witnessed the show that they played
All along the French Shore, yeah
They played along the French Shore
That ends the story of my bonny days
Would that I could live them once more
And this much I know, I'd produce my own show
And I'd stage it along the French Shore, yeah
While sailing along, sailing along
While sailing along, sailing along
While sailing along the French Shore
