Amérique du Nord

  • 111. My Last Cigar

    111. My Last Cigar

    Chant de marins, Amérique. Traditionnel. 1. ‘Twas off the blue Canary Isles, A glorious Summer day, I sat upon the quarter deck, And whiffed my cares away. And as the volumed smoke arose, Like incense in the air, I breathed a sigh to think in sooth. It was my last cigar. 2. I leaned upon…

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