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The Grave of the Mariner

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The Grave of the Mariner

A mariner went a'pon the sea
To find his fair lass a pearl
So he in grand fettle 
Gathered his mettle 
And let his ship's sails unfurl

No able for the deed so tough
The mariner would pey the mail
So he all alone
Would find no stone
And his venture would truly fail

Ye go on the bash
O mariner, so doomed
And enjoy one day a'last
It's a cadger's curse
And your anchor's been cast
For by the sea ye'll be entombed

The mariner set his net afloat
For the maiden of the sea he lied in wait
She'd have to come soon 
And he'd have his boon
Aye, a pearl to his lass afore it's too late

He hadn't spied nary a one
When he heard a lullaby tune
He looked down in the deep
For the nymph of the sea
To see where to thrust his harpoon

“Wull ye no byde a wee?” sang she
Luring the poor mariner along
He climbed over the aft
Leaving his raft
Enchanted by her devilish song

So it's aw by nou
O mariner so doomed
For this day shall be your last
It's a cadger's curse
And your anchor's been cast
And by the sea ye'll be entombed

It'll be yon tyme afore
He'll see his bonny lass again
For he sank down to his grave 
'Neath sea, wind and waves 
So was the tale of the seaman

Feeling sorry for her deed
The singing maiden did pay
A parting gift 
Upon his dead lips
A pearl formed of her tears was layed 

And so was the daith
Of the mariner thus doomed
A pearl for his lass
Would ne'er be seen
Since this day was his last 
When his anchor was cast
And by the sea was he entombed

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  1. Date: 3/10/2012 8:53:00 AM
    Quite an epic poem. Very facinating to the very end.

  1. Date: 1/28/2012 6:31:00 PM
    aimee!!! the poem!!! the poem!!! i hope you know what i mean when i say the poem!!! :D -linda

  1. Date: 1/23/2012 12:36:00 PM
    Thank you so much! I've always been fascinated by the dialect spoken by Scots and I'm a sucker for those old, ghastly tales of death from long ago. Thanks again!

  1. Date: 1/23/2012 10:50:00 AM
    Great poetry here, Aimee - love the use of auld dialect throughout the lines. A poem like this goes to reinforce that poetry has its ancient roots embedded within story-telling....and you told a great story.