Slowly but steadily as the sun starts to shine,
One or two ships are close in sight.
Dunkin Donuts into chocolate,
No-one misses a bite.
As the tall masts creep closer to the harbour,
Everyone starts to cheer.
While the women watch the fireworks,
the men enjoy a cold beer.
Falmouth is full of ships but all too soon they have to leave again.
Goodbye Tall Ships.
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