The Bow to the Sailor

Oh, for the winds, they blow, they blow
 Oh, for the winds, they blow
 The bow to the sailor, it does call
 Oh, for the winds, they blow
 The gentleman in blue and white
 He stands so proud and tall
 He tilts his brow and lifts his hat
 All for the pretty girls
 Each one of them so fine and trim
 All lined up in a row
 The bow to the sailor, it does call
 Oh, for the winds, they blow
 The gentleman, he takes his gun
 His armour and his blade
 Calls his name to the commodore
 And takes to the English waves
 The commodore with lace and crown
 On shoulders dressed in gold
 "Away to your captain!" he does call
 Oh, for the winds, they blow
 The gentleman is good and true
 His heart all made of gold
 He takes to the sea to fight and free
 All of the pretty girls
 Each one of them so fine and trim
 All lined up in a row
 The bow to the sailor, it does call
 Oh, for the winds, they blow
 The gentleman in blue and white
 He stands so proud and tall
 He tilts his brow and lifts his hat
 All for the pretty girls
 Each one of them so fine and trim
 All lined up in a row
 The bow to the sailor, it does call
 Oh, for the winds, they blow