Fergundy Bay

© Words and music by Ray Scudero. All rights reserved.

In Seventeen and Eighty-Four we packed it in and shut the door,
Left our home on England’s shore one sunny day,
Set a course for East Virginia with our kids and with our kin—ya
Won’t believe what we ran into on the way.

Chorus:

Fergundy Bay, Fergundy Bay—
Where the fog never seems to go away,
Where the land has been kissed by an everpresent mist;
Ah, there’s no place like our home, Fergundy Bay.

First our drunken navigator left his sextant with the waiter
In a pub the night before we sailed away.
The captain beckoned for position. He dead-reckoned his decision;
Ever since, he’s never seen the light of day.

(Chorus)

We had just run out of grog and ran straight into a fog
That stayed with us for a week or two or three.
And the captain on the bow did not know what we know now:
We hit the rock and he fell straight into the sea.

(Chorus)

We had nothing left for drinking and we didn’t like the sinking,
So we sailed ourselves aground on this fair shore.
We never found the captain’s grave for he sleeps beneath the wave,
But he won’t be needing pillows anymore.

Fergundy Bay, Fergundy Bay—
Where the fog never seems to go away,
Where the land has been kissed by an everpresent mist;
Ah, there’s no place like our home, Fergundy Bay.

Where the land has been kissed by an everpresent mist;
Ah, there’s no place like our home, Fergundy Bay.




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