Oars Before Shores
I spent a year or two aboard
A sea faring vessel
Through the gale and through the rain
With Lord Neptune I did wrestle
Me Capitan was a wise old man
With experience beyond my years
And when he got to talkin
You shut yer mouth and opened yer ears
One night after supper this he said to me
Whiskey was made for drinkin
And the sand was made for shores
If a sailor gets caught with a married girl
He best not lose his oars
I spent some time locked up
In a hard walled Turkish prison
All that time inside
Left me my home a missin
And While I was a hostage
My roommate was a rat
Scaly tail and whiskered nose
Twas on my bed he shat
And one night after supper this I said to him
Whiskey was made for drinkin
And the sand was made for shores
If I ever get back home
Ill kiss the ground down on all fours
I found myself in confessional
There to tell a sin
I waited in the booth alone
Until the priest was in
Sitting there debating
Of what I thought I should say
How should I tell an old ecclesiastic?
About a wild young man’s way
And so when he stepped in, this I said to him
Whiskey was made for drinking
And the sand was made for shores
I got caught with a married girl
But I didn’t lose me oars!
Copyright © Tyler Minisce | Year Posted 2015
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