John Wallace - The East Pointers

The smoke is a’blowing son

And the flames reaching high to the sky

It was there for the knowing son

That the fever was clear in his eyes

He told of the Wallace son

Taken over by hellish blue death

It’s a wonder he made it here

But the stables they suited him best

Oh oh and his body’s aching

Oh oh and my heart is breaking

Oh oh not even god could save him

Oh oh

Can you give me a minute

I need a place to lay

I’ve been swimming from the Wallace

So many a mile away

And I know I was in it

I know that I’m not well

If you give me a minute sir

The stories I could tell

(Oh oh oh)

The stories I could tell

Oh oh oh the stories I could tell

Oh oh oh the stories I could tell

We sailed here from Liverpool

On a journey of forty-two days

The fever came early on

And the captain he couldn’t be saved

They were turned away in Georgetown

As the word of the trouble had spread

By the time they had run aground

Most of the shipmates were dead

Oh oh and his body’s aching

Oh oh and my heart is breaking

Oh oh not even god could save him

Can you give me a minute

I need a place to lay

I’ve been swimming from the Wallace

So many a mile away

And I know I was in it

I know that I’m not well

If you give me a minute sir

The stories I could tell

The stories i could tell

The stories I could tell

The stories I could tell

The Gulf of St Lawrence son

Sure makes an icy cold grave

The Wallace is in it son

And the people whose passage she gave

He cheated the water son

But the fever has sure taken hold

The smoke is a blowing son

A prairie should save for his soul

Can you give me a minute

I need a place to lay

I’ve been swimming from the Wallace

So many a mile away

And I know I was in it sir

I know that I’m not well

If you give me a minute sir

The stories I could tell

(Oh oh oh)

The stories i could tell

(The stories I could tell)

(Oh oh oh)

The stories I could tell

(The stories I could tell)

(Oh oh oh) T

He stories I could tell

(The stories I could tell)

(Oh oh oh)

Oh the stories I could tell

(The stories I could tell)

(The stories i could tell)

The stories I could tell