| Washed up on the shore
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| What’s she catching, and will she be sore?
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| Sandy was the prettiest of all.
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| She talked French, she came from Montreal.
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| During chores she never had to help.
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| Sandy got a bed all to herself.
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| We slept in the trailer to the right.
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| Sandy told us stories late at night.
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| She spoke of ships and sailors,
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| And a sea so big and wide.
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| She had lots of uncles and was always tired.
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| Sandy (Sandy)
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| Fishnets (Fishnets)
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| Washed up on the shore
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| What’s she catching, and will she be sore?
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| How they loved her in those early days.
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| Mrs. Bulger let her go away.
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| All her uncles drove her off to play.
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| We would see them kissing on the lake.
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| Time went by and Sandy’s all grown up.
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| The lines of uncles dwindled,
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| And the pirate stories stopped.
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| Then one day Melissa May showed up,
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| And Sandy had to share a bed with us.
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| Sandy (Sandy)
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| Fishnets (Fishnets)
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| Washed up on the shore
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| What’s she catching and will she be soaring over the sea,
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| With the wind in her sails and a knife in her teeth?
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| At the helm of a ship, on it’s way to a distant shore,
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| Bermuda or Thailand, an uncharted island,
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| Sandy, we’re all getting older.
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| What will they do with us,
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| When they are through with us?
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| Sandy, what are we sailing for?
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| Christmas morning, 1993,
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| Presents waiting underneath the tree.
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| There’s a box for me, a box for me.
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| No gift for poor old Sandy to be seen.
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| We found Sandy sobbing quietly.
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| Uncle Gerald said he liked Christine.
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| Mrs. Bulgar said she’d have to leave.
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| Three days later, she was gone,
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| The day she turned thirteen. |