Irish Lads Dream

IRISH LAD'S DREAM To sign aboard a whalin' ship to hear mey master wail such orders I'd be mustered to like settin' o' the sail, contracted for many a trip; for all the life of me; I'd be a perfect bos'ns mate, the best out on the sea; I'd man the harpoon at his call, he'd know how good's me aim, providin' ole for burnin lamps in homes who need the flame; an' every mate would know that I am eager for me stout, at any port we'd pull into as sailin' all about; an' when a gale should try to sink us down into the brine, I'd hold the course and get me to a favorite lass o' mine. © ron wilson aka ron arbuthnot aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet