Ma no non George, vedremo il filmato della navigazione lungo il Potomac, il fiume che arriva nella baia di Cheasapeake dopo aver attraversato la capitale.
Questo il percorso della navigazione, da Solomons Island a Washington e ritorno.
Ed ecco un paio di foto del mercato del pesce di Washington, giusto a 300 metri dalla Casa Bianca.
Aragoste, granchi dell' Alaska e, ovviamente, soft shell crabs
Ma, ecco a voi il film della navigazione sul Potomac: Star Mary Grace Try
Questo il testo della canzone:
MY LAST NIGHT IN BALTIMORE
We were fresh from the sea
Our pockets full of money
When me and me maties
We headed for the bar
No sooner had we arrived
Then 1 pint turned to 5
And a lassie grabbed me by the belt and dragged me towards the stairs.
Chorus:
Oh Mother, don't wake me, don't jostle or shake me.
I spent all night drinking with the ladies by the shore.
And if I never wake,
Don't cry and don't shriek
Just sing the glorious tales of my last night in Baltimore
There were redheads there were blondes
Brunettes of which i'm fond
We'd ply them with cheap alcohol so they wouldn't leave our side
Before the night was through
We each had one or 2
And by midnight our young cabin boy had found himself a bride
Chorus
We drank 15 kegs of beer
Whiskeys from far and near
We ate up all their venison
We took down all their stew
And when we were run dry
We would not just stand by
A raiding party went next door to liberate more brew
Chorus
Things started to go queer
When Pat stole Kelly's beer. So he put his fist into Pat's face and started up a fight
Well, the brawl raged all aroun'
And we tore that tavern down,
But we rescued all the kegs so we could drink all through the night!
Chorus
Now me head is sore and achy,
Me bones are bruised and creaky
And I don't truly expect that I should live to see the light
So tell me girl in Leicester
'till she dies I'll miss her,
But in the morning if I'm living, I'll be back tomorrow night!
