When the cool wind begins to blow from the north And the waves of the bay begin to roll this way, That’s when watermen knows in his heart It’s time to gear up and go out on the bay. Summer is over and crabbing is done, His credit’s all gone and winter had come; As sure as the tide will rise and run He feels in his bones, dredging season has begun. His father before him, and grandfather too, Passed down the secrets of the bay so true. Dropping the yawl boat when no wind blows through And […]