French Shore

When I was a young man just barely fourteen, craving adventure and lore
I boarded a clipper, me Dad was the skipper, and sailed it along the French Shore yeah
We sailed all along the French Shore

What beautiful vessels were sailing back then, all bound for the North Labrador
And so for that reason they came here that season to sail all along the French Shore, yeah
To sail all along the French Shore

On each ship a maiden was hired to cook, a beautiful girl to adore
So young and cavorting, all ready for courting, while sailing along the French Shore, yeah
While sailing along the French Shore

Being too young for courting I soon did decide, to spy on the lovers on shore
I spied on a couple so loving and supple, while sailing along the French Shore, yeah
While sailing along the French Shore

They're actions peculiar appeared to me then, but now they're not funny no more
They were hugging and kissing, oh what I've been missing
While sailing along the French Shore, yeah
While sailing along, sailing along, sailing along the French Shore

That couple has children now married I know
You see they're not young anymore
Still yet they don't know how I witnessed the show that they played
All along the French Shore, yeah
They played along the French Shore

That ends the story of my bonnie days, would that I could live them once more
And this much I know, I'd produce my own show
And I'd stage it along the French Shore, yeah
While sailing along, sailing along
While sailing along, sailing along, while sailing along the French Shore