Oh The Gist Of It All Is The First Day Of Fall Is The Day When My Ship

Will Set Sail

The Best Of All Friends Will Say Good-bye Again There's Still Time For

One Last Glass Of Ale

We'll Sail Away Proudly, Our Backs To The Wall On A Southwind And Lots

Of Good Cheer

And When We've Looked Over The White Cliffs Of Dover, We'll Be In Bahama

Next Year

>From Bermuda On Down The Triangle Around Us Will Teach Us A Lesson Or

Two

There's Many A Mate Who Unevenyly Stated The Course He Had Charted Was

True

"Don't Worry 'bout Me," He Said "Go Down Below, Give A Certified Sailor

A Turn,

Just Sip On Your Rum Or I'll Give You My Thumb And Say, Son You Got

Something T' Learn!"



It's A Mighty Hard Way To Come Down

And A Mighty Fine Way To Be Found

So Hand Me My Grip From An Old Sailing Ship

Put The Kiss Of The Dawn On My Lips

With Some Luck Tonight I Might Have Her At My Fingertips



Oh The Best Of All Things Is The First Day Of Spring When When The Water

Runs Heavy And Fast

The Mermaids Have All Gone To Davy Jones' Ball

And It Seems Their First Trip Was Their Last

They Had So Much Fun

They Don't Wish To Return

To The Beach Where They Lay All Day Long

They'd Rather Stay Under

And Boy It's No Wonder

When All The Rock Lobsters Roll On

It's A Mighty Fine Way To Be Found



Triangle Triangle

Oh See My Ship Dangle

We're Bound For Bahama My Friend

Like Lovers Like Danger

Like Babies Like Mangers

But That's Where My Storybook Ends

Like Soldiers Of Fortune, Believers In God

And All Kings Without Crosses To Bear

All Sweepers And Cleaners

With No Misdemeanors

Should Try The Triangle Out There



It's A Mighty Hard Way To Come Down

And A Mighty Fine Way To Be Found

So Hand Me My Grip

>From An Old Sailing Ship

Put The Kiss Of Dawn On My Lips

With Some Luck Tonight

I Might Have Her At My Fingertips