Apprentice Hughes sat dangling her legs over the edge of the deck, staring out to sea and singing softly to herself.
We hove our ship to, with the wind from sou'west, boys
We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take;
'Twas forty-five fathoms, with a white sandy bottom,
So we squared our main yard and up channel did make...
We hove our ship to, with the wind from sou'west, boys
We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take;
'Twas forty-five fathoms, with a white sandy bottom,
So we squared our main yard and up channel did make...