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Originally Posted by PPPPPP42
Rule #1 to handling the great lakes, they are freshwater oceans and should be treated as such. Though they seem to get cranky far more often.
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Come all you bold young sailor lads who sail the briny breeze
And heed my tale of the men who sail the boats of the inland seas
You that scoff and jeer at the sailors here and think they have such ease
When the journey's short from the inland ports In the Lakes of A-mer-i-key
If you take your fleet where the water's sweet, there's something you should know
No quarter's shown when the gale wind's blowing' and the sky has filled with snow
When your decks are froze and the rail dips low there's nowhere left to flee
Then from bow to stern make a turtle turn on the Lakes of A-mer-i-key
CHORUS:
So say a prayer for those who dare to sail on the fresh north seas
If you drink too deep you'll forever sleep in the Lakes of A-mer-i-key
There's times I've seen when the water's green and the waves begin to freeze
That a close haul tack makes a wood hull crack from her scuppers to her knees
As you leave the boat and you try to float, no salt gives buoyancy
There's a waiting grave in the cold dark waves of the lakes of A-mer-i-key
CHORUS:
So say a prayer for those who dare to sail on the fresh north seas
If you drink too deep you'll forever sleep in the Lakes of A-mer-i-key
The winds come down with a wailing sound and the weather changes fast
it's a tempest in a teakettle as you run from the icy blast
And the calm will change to a mountain range as the whitecaps curl and break
Then the Sisters laugh and kick your aft to the bottom of the lake.
CHORUS:
So say a prayer for those who dare to sail on the fresh north seas
If you drink too deep you'll forever sleep in the Lakes of A-mer-i-key