71 CHAIN - The Last Grain Race

The story of the Moshulu, she had won the last big grain race.
Music and Lyrics by 71 Chain
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The Last Grain Race

She took to her sails for the last time, born for the open sea
To take on the wild southern ocean, Australia bound
Moshulu was crewed Scandinavian,
Her keel was laid down by the Clyde
Sailing for grain in the new world, she raced for her prize
Her captain was born of the Vikings, never a harder man
pushing his crew to the limit, was there any other way
Full rigging out on a good day, shorten the sails for the bad
going aloft in a force nine, never feel more alive,
So hold tight my boy, for the waves are so high, the white horses fly
Hold fast my boy, for the storm isn't done with us yet
Rounding the horn in the morning, pray for a fair weather pass
The cold wind, it screams through the rigging,
Our lives in Neptune's hands
The first sight of land in a fortnight, pray that the maidens are fair
Filling the hold with the cargo, then turn for home once more
So hold tight my boy, for the waves are so high, the white horses fly
Hold fast my boy, for the storm isn't done with us yet

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