On the yards

I furled a sail, the knots were sweet.

It was not like pulling sheets.

I furled a sail, didn’t spot the whale,

But I’m so glad I furled a sail.

I furled a sail for the first time

And I may do it again

I furled a sail, I furled a sail, I furled a sail.

(To be sung to the tune of I Kissed a Girl by Jill Solubi).

On the fore lower topsail, bundling it up in breeze, swell and bright sunlight. Yay!

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