David McAulay - Cargill lyrics

Bored yet busy with my hands Cargill you'll have me round the bend Cargill you're pulling all the strands Of my heartstrings entangled in your net My luck's turned thrawn Always the quayside chores A sister on each arm Strong of shoulder weak at the knees Cargill I'm the finest catch that you'll land Cargill do not presume to understand The dread of counting home the fleet The sudden thrill of seeing you're safely back Your catch has fallen at your feet Cargill do not presume to understand The dread of sounding the alarm The sudden thrill of seeing you're safely back Cargill I'm the finest luck that you'll charm Cargill do not presume to understand The dread of counting home the fleet The sudden thrill of seeing you're safely back Cargill I'm the finest catch that you'll land Cargill I'm the finest luck that you'll charm Cargill I'm the finest catch that you'll land