England Far from our children and wives To play our hand in the Newfoundland Where the wind cuts like a knife We were far from the shores of England
of England Far from our children and wives To play our hand in the Newfoundland Where the wind cuts like a knife We were far from the shores of England
shores of England Far from our children and wives To play our hand in the Newfoundland Where the wind cuts like a knife We were far from the shores of England
s name Well, it's sad, but it's true, things got worse for the seas 'Cause I ain't even mentioned Amoco Cadiz Amoco Cadiz, between England and France The big
of tune." "Well, don't you go dingin' his bells," says Polonius, "'Cause if he throws you in the grass, I'll get your big brother Laertes to kick his
