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WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN's LOVER part 2

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WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN's LOVER part 2

WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN’S LOVER
(Part 2 of 3)

Now Jorgie was a fierce one
Widowed   ‘fore she wed
The object of her passion
A Sea man lost and dead

Jorgie had a small lad
Swaddled piece of sun
And her lovers parents
Coveted this tiny life begun

They didn’t care that he was born
Before the two were wed
They claimed that he was theirs now
A whaling lad- True bred.

The parents of the lover
    had an only child
On his death they lost their hope
Twas like a dream defiled.

Jorgie begged her father
"Keep us out of sight!"
But her father made a traitors deal--
Oft Gold dissolves what’s right.
 
She quickly packed her bag
And off the two did fly
She sold gold jewelry and fine clothes
And kissed her land good bye

Upon a third class ship
She bought a third class bed
The sickness hit her in a storm
She puked until she bled…

Spring Winds they blew black fierce, 
the poor men all were cursed
The scurvy struck them all
There was no last or first

The ship was tossed --the wind blew bad
A wretched ugly sight
Despite the stink ,despite her fear
She battled with her fright.

Didn’t know the language
Didn’t know the style
But Jorgie was determined
To prosper with her child

When she reached the New World
She found cross country trains
And as she crossed the mighty land
She wracked her weary brain.

To organize a new life
And work the whole day long
She came up with a daring plan
She hoped she wasn’t wrong.

She jumped the train at Minot
She had a cousin there
She’d pay his wife to watch the babe
‘til she could raise him fair.

The cousin’s wife had lost her babes
She welcomed the small joy
Jorgie smiled and kissed him tho
Her heart ached for the boy.

She ventured West to logging camps
Set up her fire and pans
Cooked for Nordic loggers
The boldest of bold men.

 ========to be continued (too long for the site...sorry...)
 

Note:  Jorgie : (pronounced Yor’ gee) was a nickname
Her name:  Sena Jorgine Larsen



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