"over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar”...Lord Byron
I love to be upon the sea
When’er the tides are high
For rough sea does not bother me
Or thunder of the sky
Of this maybe you wonder why
It’s just the way I am
Unafraid and so brave am I
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.
Sailing along I sing with glee
Until the night is nigh
A time to rest this busy bee
To acquire earned shut eye
How quickly time goes floating by
I’m not a lonesome man
As my adventures keep me spry
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.
There’s lots to explore o’er the sea
Dolphins come to say Hi
With acrobatics that cheer me
As I am sailing by
For scenery I have the sky
A gift to an helmsman
Such a jolly sea dog am I
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.
So my hearties please do not cry
I do the best I can
Roaming raging tempests am I
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.
old duke a seafaring dog
drifted about on a log
till in a harbor
next to an arbor
found him a seed catalog.
Grandad was a sea dog,
Who'd sailed the seven seas.
He told of his adventures
As we sat around his knees.
He told of a giant octopus
With tentacles aplenty,
We cried "how many grandad,"
He said "I reckon twenty."
He said it had one giant eye
And a sharp and deadly beak,
And what it did to sailors
Was too horrible to speak.
Then there was the enormous shark
That could bite a ship in two,
Once everyone fell overboard
The shark would eat the crew.
He saw ghostly pirate ships
Crewed by pirates, long since dead
Just skeletons, armed to the teeth
Waving swords about their heads.
He said he'd swam with mermaids
And wrestled with a squid,
Then danced the conga with an eel
That's what my grandad did.
We loved to listen to grandad
And the adventures he regaled,
Not only was he a sea dog,
But the king, of telling tales.
THE SALTY SEA DOG
My late uncle spent many years at sea
I can still recall every single line on his aging face
His weather beaten skin
had a patina built up from exposure to the elements,
it reminded me of tanned dark mahogany leather
Those piercing blue eyes, still as bright as the sunshine
would hold my gaze as he told me tales of his adventures
He passed away many years ago
but he instilled in me a love and respect for the sea
which remains to this very day
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I leave upon the morning's tide
For a man must prove his worth.
There awaits a sailing ship,
And I am pledged a berth.
I'll sail across the seven seas
For a sea dog I will be.
I'll look upon exotic lands
And all their mysteries.
I'll see ghostly galleons,
Mermaids too, I'm told
Discover desert islands,
With hoardes of buried gold.
We may fight with pirates
And send them all to hell,
When my sailing days are over,
What tales I'll have to tell.
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Ye dirty son of a sea dog
Ye rotten pile o' bones
Ye'll see the end o' me cutlass
I'll intrrroduce ye to Davey Jones
Ye'll not be getn me treasure
For Ive the map ye see
Ill set ye adrift in a leaky skiff
And food for fish ye'll be
Me chest be filled wi diamonds
And rubies, pearls and such
But ye'll be treadn water
Me treasure ye wont touch
My ode to pirates everywhere..
the unfinished ending verse is currently
So the trjojans came to Albion's Isle
The encampent named Totness - the headlands of All
for when brutus stepped down from his ship he shouted
here I am and take my rest, and This place is all
Veni et requiesce sum totus
there is a lot between still being written
who / what greets brutus at troy
how long he stays why he leaves -who else he picks up and loses in his travails
how mad is neptune about the several times lost sacrifice hesoine the great grey seal/ sea-dog
his adventures south to egypt tying into scots history
, and around north africa , malta, spain and france
before getting to totness
She drags him into the ocean.
He pretends its against his will.
The waves roll in over them both.
Just watching gives me a thrill.
This is a memory my mind will store
to bring a smile on a future day.
A child and dog enjoying life
on this sunny, late summer day.
Frolicking in ocean waves
in front of the setting sun.
While we watch from the shore,
across the sand they run.
A smile so bright it warms our hearts
and makes us glad to share this day.
There's nothing better than this view,
a child and her dog at play.
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for Kiana and Jake
Ye dirty son of a sea dog
Ye rotten pile o' bones
Ye'll see the end o' me cutlass
I'll intrrroduce ye to Davey Jones
Ye'll not be getn me treasure
For Ive the map ye see
Ill set ye adrift in a leaky skiff
And food for fish ye'll be
Me chest be filled wi diamonds
And rubies, pearls and such
But ye'll be treadn water
Me treasure ye wont touch
My ode to pirates everywhere..
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