Twelve beers

Twelve beers on a Halifax night
Dripping from the pubs
Spitting off the pier
Tall ships in the harbour
Sails full, seagulls in flight
I missed her in my dreams
Passed out, on a cold bloody night.

White waves, saying goodbye
Tides out, as I open my eyes
Captain is yelling,
Where the hells my first mate.

Pissing in the wind
First shower of the day
Hands combed through the hair
Not an aspirin in sight
Thank god for no mirrors
After that cold bloody night.

Up on the Citadel, all out of breath
Leaning on canons, smoke entering my chest
There she is, out pass the fort
by McNab, well out the port, off to deep sea.

Twelve beers on a Halifax night
Dripping from the pubs
Spitting off the pier.

But across the way
A warm bed and a lass
I missed her in my dreams
Those tall beams and a mast
On wavy blue nights, we would dance to a jig
Hanging high in the rig, winds howling a tune
I’m hoping I’ll see that old girl soon.

Twelve beers on a Halifax night
Dripping from the pubs
Spitting off the pier.