A Hundred Years Ago

Well a hundred years on the eastern shore Oh yes, oh Oh, a hundred years on the eastern shore A hundred years ago Well its Bully John from Baltimore Well I knew him well on the eastern shore Well its Bully Johns the boy for me Hes a buckle on land and a bully at sea Well its been a long time and a very long time Well its been a long time since I made this rhyme Well my old mother she wrote to me Me darling son come home from sea Well I thought I heard the first mate cry That bleeding top main sheave is dry Well I thought I heard the old man say Well its one more pull and then belay Well a hundred years on the eastern shore Oh yes, oh Oh, a hundred years on the eastern shore A hundred years ago A woody, sea-crisp scent, sun-blasted and creaking: green vetiver and ocean mist with a blast of elemi, verbena, and wild bergamot.