“The palmetto leaves are whispering, while the gentle trade-winds blow,And the soothing Southern zephyrs are sighing soft and low,As a silvery moonlight glistens, and the droning fireflies glow,Comes a voice from out the cypress,‘Lights out! Lafitte! Heave ho!’”
“The palmetto leaves are whispering, while the gentle trade-winds blow,And the soothing Southern zephyrs are sighing soft and low,As a silvery moonlight glistens, and the droning fireflies glow,Comes a voice from out the cypress,‘Lights out! Lafitte! Heave ho!’”
“The palmetto leaves are whispering, while the gentle trade-winds blow,
And the soothing Southern zephyrs are sighing soft and low,
As a silvery moonlight glistens, and the droning fireflies glow,
Comes a voice from out the cypress,
‘Lights out! Lafitte! Heave ho!’”