Clouds Come Marching

The Clouds Come Marching

(to the tune of the Ants Go Marching)

The clouds come marching one by one, piss down, piss down [for polite company you may prefer oh no, oh no].
The clouds come marching one by one, piss down, piss down
The clouds come marching one by one, has anybody seen the sun?
And they all keep blowing over to the boat to dump all of their rain....

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The clouds come marching two by two, we’re gonna get wet before they’re through

The clouds come marching three by three, it’s black as far as the eye can see

The clouds come marching four by four, batten the hatches and close the door

The clouds come marching five by five, with winds so strong we’re flayed alive

The clouds come marching six by six, now we’re really in a fix

The clouds come marching seven by seven, surely these winds have hit force 7

The clouds come marching eight by eight, I think we reefed the sail too late

The clouds come marching nine by nine, at least the rain will wash the brine

The clouds come marching ten by ten, we’re getting drenched all over again and they all keep blowing over to the boat to dump all of their rain.

Barb Peck, midway to Nuku-Hiva