O, my heart ‘tis at the blue blue sea,
from whence his soul departed long ago.
With him I lost my deepest luve,
the only luve that I would know.

How noble was my brave brave lad,
his feats were known wide and far.
Now I can only stand at the sea,
and seek the night’s first shinning star.

For in that star comes my handsome lad,
who once stood by my side.
From his star I glean memories,
left only to me will they bide.

Married would we have been, my lad and me,
had the ship come safely to shore.
Yet, on that eve the storm did rage
and took my lad from me evermore.

That raging sea repeats its wrath,
the waves wash on reefs as a scream.
In its wake he seems to reach for me,
but, alas, ‘tis only my needful dream.

Only thee will I luve my lad,
Only thee, brave lad, will I luve
‘til skies are ever dark, my luve
only thee will I ever luve.
 

Sketch © “the man who ate the boiled ham raw”, Daibhidh MacAdhaimh, January 2007 (my many thanks to you Dai)
 

Poem © Jackie (Micke) Jinks, January 2007