Barco Do Boa Vista 2

Barco do Boa Vista 2 Windswept, worn and weary sails You might think that this boat ails But with sound and sturdy, solid mast She sails the ocean's waves at last There was one here not long before her But she sailed away to who knows where Perhaps the Pirates thought they had the right To slip her moorings in the dead of night All they left was her shell lifeboat Cast ashore though she could still float Solitary, washed high on the beach Out of water, out of reach So a vessel more seaworthy Was carved and built for all to see Ready to sail the ocean blue Ride trade winds with verve anew The lifeboat too was hauled aboard Made shipshape, to go abroad With its own tiny mast and sail Lashed to the deck with a rusty nail There's not much calico along this coast To make a sail, so we made the most Of what there was ready to hand What was found on rock and sand So with part mainsail from a sheet of wood And tattered foresail flapping as best it could Into the wind she made her bearing Casting aside risk with daring She knew her stays were strong and taut To take more sail as they ought But now she's ready to sail with the tide The seven seas and far and wide Barco has sailed, her voyage made But now another's anchor's weighed So all take heed and observe well Another boat's on the ocean's swell