Eclipse

Founr the poem,Brother sent it

To: "warbird" <warbird@bytehead.com>
Subject: Re:
Date: Wednesday, October 15, 2008 7:42 PM

"I Was Standing One Day By Marblehead Bay...

"I was standing one day by Marblehead Bay
Watching the ships go by,
When an old sailor said, with a toss of his head,
How I wish't I could tell a lie.

I've seen many a sight
That would jiggle your lights
And they've jiggled me down forsooth,
But it ain't worth a darn to be jiggled down
When it wanders from the truth.

I was on a bark, the Nancy Spark,
Four leagues and a half at sea,
When Captain Snook, with a worried look come
And he sez to me,

Bos'n Smith! Go make haste
And hemstitch the er sail,
And accordion pleat the forward sheets
For it's going to a gale.

Aye, sez I, and I rushed ahead
As the skipper himself would do,
Then we hove in low and hit the
And murdering lights how it blew.

She blew the tar right off the spars
And the spars right off the masts
Anchors and sails and kegs of nails
All went, by the force of the blast.

The fire blew out the galley stove,
The cook from the starboard poop was hove,
And the lard blew out of the tins.
But all of us feared
When it blew the beard
Right off of the Captain's chin.

Whew, he said, as he ducked his head
And felt around his mouth,
We're lost I fear if the wind don't veer
And come a bit from the south.

As soon as the words had left his mouth
That wind turned round
With a hurricane sound
And came straight in from the south.
It blew the tar back onto the spars
And the spars back onto the mast,
And anchors and sails and kegs of nails
All to the ship stuck fast.

The fire blew back in the galley stove,
And blew the cook
To the starboard p00p*.
(Without even spilling the soup).

Then the lard blew back into the tins
And all of us cheered
When the beard blew back
Onto the Captain's chin.

Oh I've seen many a sight
That would jigger your lights
And they've jiggered me down forsooth
But I ain't worth a darn
When telling a yarn
When it wanders from the truth.

-By an unidentified poet""

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WarBird Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Skipper Joined: 25 January 2006 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 92	Post Options Post Reply Quote WarBird Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Topic: Eclipse Posted: 09 October 2008 at 11:07pm
	Would the new owner of Eclipse please post the poem (if you find it) on this forum or e-mail it to me at warbird@bytehead.com The hurricane ..blew the sails right off of the spars and the spars right off of the masts... It may be in the chart table or behind some cushions?? Our rafting partners before and after the MAC loved it. WarBird

WarBird Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Skipper Joined: 25 January 2006 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 92	Post Options Post Reply Quote WarBird Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: 15 October 2008 at 11:58pm
	Founr the poem,Brother sent it To: "warbird" <warbird@bytehead.com> Subject: Re: Date: Wednesday, October 15, 2008 7:42 PM "I Was Standing One Day By Marblehead Bay... "I was standing one day by Marblehead Bay Watching the ships go by, When an old sailor said, with a toss of his head, How I wish't I could tell a lie. I've seen many a sight That would jiggle your lights And they've jiggled me down forsooth, But it ain't worth a darn to be jiggled down When it wanders from the truth. I was on a bark, the Nancy Spark, Four leagues and a half at sea, When Captain Snook, with a worried look come And he sez to me, Bos'n Smith! Go make haste And hemstitch the er sail, And accordion pleat the forward sheets For it's going to a gale. Aye, sez I, and I rushed ahead As the skipper himself would do, Then we hove in low and hit the And murdering lights how it blew. She blew the tar right off the spars And the spars right off the masts Anchors and sails and kegs of nails All went, by the force of the blast. The fire blew out the galley stove, The cook from the starboard poop was hove, And the lard blew out of the tins. But all of us feared When it blew the beard Right off of the Captain's chin. Whew, he said, as he ducked his head And felt around his mouth, We're lost I fear if the wind don't veer And come a bit from the south. As soon as the words had left his mouth That wind turned round With a hurricane sound And came straight in from the south. It blew the tar back onto the spars And the spars back onto the mast, And anchors and sails and kegs of nails All to the ship stuck fast. The fire blew back in the galley stove, And blew the cook To the starboard p00p*. (Without even spilling the soup). Then the lard blew back into the tins And all of us cheered When the beard blew back Onto the Captain's chin. Oh I've seen many a sight That would jigger your lights And they've jiggered me down forsooth But I ain't worth a darn When telling a yarn When it wanders from the truth. -By an unidentified poet""