O'er Ireland, A Sparkling Sea

Emeralds sparkle across the wide expanse of the blue sea rising,

With it's foam chopping, and it's waves lifting toward the darkened moon,
Currents chase one another breaking at their peaks,

Sailors swept up in their currents call above with their ancient chants,
They're singing shanties like,

Drunken Sailor

Chorus:

" Way, hay up she rises,
Way, hay, up she rises,
Way, hay, up she rises,
Earlye in the morning!

What will we do with the drunken sailor?
What will we do with the drunken sailor?
What will we do with the drunken sailor?
Earlye in the morning?

Put him in the scuppers with the hosepipe on him
Hoist him aboard with a running bowline
Put him in the brig until he's sober.
Make him turn to at shining bright work.

Put him in a boat and row him over
Hoist him up to the topsail yardarm
Make him clean out all the spit-kids
That's what you do with a drunken sailor

Earlye in the morning,

Amen. "


" . . . Row me bully boys, Row! "


Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

thank you..a capture for sure of the secrets and voice of the sea.

Thank ye, Sharris. Glad ye got the feel of the sea and our irish fisherman of old. I can feel it too.

Thanks again,

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran / Ireland )

Good to see you're still sharing your writings. Very nice poem and graphics.

Thought about you last week. I spent the week in northern MN, just soaking in and enjoying the local culture around Bemidji. Winter weather was in the air.