Sandy Fishnets

Sandy (sandy), fishnets (fishnets)
 Washed up on the shore
 What's she (what's she), catching? (Catching?)
 And will she be sore?
 Sandy was the prettiest of all
 She talked french
 She came from Montreal
 During chores she never had to huff
 Sandy caught all bat all to herself
 We slept in the trailer to the right
 Sandy told us stories late at night
 She spoke of ships and sailors
 And the sea so big and wide
 She had lots of uncles and was
 Always tired
 Sandy (sandy), fishnets (fishnets)
 Washed up on the shore
 What's she (what's she) catching? (Catching?)
 And will she be sore?
 How they loved her in those early days
 Mrs. Bolger let her go away
 All the uncles drove her up to play
 We would see them kissing on the lake
 Time went by and Sandy's all grown up
 The lines of uncles dwindled and the pirates stories stopped
 Then one day Melissa May showed up
 And Sandy had to share a bed with us
 Sandy (sandy), fishnets (fishnets)
 Washed up on the shore
 What's she (what's she) catching? (Catching?)
 And will she be soaring over the sea?
 The wind in her sails and a knife in her teeth
 And the helm of a ship on it's way to a distant shore
 The muted twilight and an uncharted island
 Sandy we're all getting older
 What will they do with us
 When they are through with us?
 Sandy, what are we sailing for?
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 Christmas morning, 1993
 Presents waiting underneath the tree
 There's a box for me, a box for me
 No gift for poor old Sandy to be seen
 We found Sandy sobbing quietly
 Uncle Gerald said he liked Christine
 Mrs. Bolger said she'd have to leave
 Three days later she was gone
 The day she turned 13