Mike Sixonate - The Great Polar Bear Lyrics

Mother sweet mother what shall I do
The wild winds are blowing and the rations are few
Captain Job Barbour is heading up north
If there's room on his crew I'll be leaving hence forth

With a following wind at my back
I keep a memory of home tucked away in my pack
I won't feel the sting of the cold arctic air
I never shall swim with the great polar bear

I've had many an evening with fool hardy mates
Drinking stale beer and securing the crates
We lost one young fella he won't sail no more
But may he find solace upon heavens shores

With a following wind at my back
I keep a memory of home tucked away in my pack
I won't feel the sting of the cold arctic air
I never shall swim with the great polar bear

Now the clothes that they gave me is frozen and wet
Still another 6 weeks ahead of us yet
And the bow she is creaking we're stood fast in ice
But we've got to move on bys we've not got a choice

There's no following winds at our back
Only cold broken ice left behind in our tracks
Me fingers went blue from the cold arctic air
But I never shall swim with the great polar bear

The months they have passed and I'm homeward bound
The cold of the north is all that I've found
Now a strong southern trade is what calls to me
With the wind at my back as I sail the salt sea

With a following wind at my back
I keep a memory of home tucked away in my pack
Me fingers went blue from the cold arctic air
But I never shall swim with the great polar bear
No I never shall swim with the great polar bear