Stormy Seas

Bonaventura Peeters, the Elder 1640

Stormy Seas 

" Stormy weather " Old Sam said ,as he bought his boat into its head.

"Steer for the light at Tusker Rock and cut the nets or we're in for a shock" 

The nets were cut,the clouds raced on, 

Past old Sam's boat towards the dawn, 

But the waves got higher as he threw the helm, 

Hoping he would save his crew of men. 

"Cut the rigging,stow the mast,save the oars till the last,

Light the flare,send it high "

And he prayed they would see in this terrible sky 

"Bail fast lads and keep it out, before we flounder,I'll come about "

But The boat was heavy with water then 

And the waves 

They pounded the boat again. 

" I 'll not be beaten confound you sir "

As he roared at Neptune in his lair 

"Take to the oars my hearty boys

 for Neptune's playing us like one of his toys "

The boys pulled strong against the wind,

Three Leagues on and they would win,

Not for them a watery grave ,

Old Sam Shouted them on "be brave "

Now Neptune watched from down beneath

Amazed at the fortitude Old Sam did bequeath 

I'll spare you your men if you stand by my side 

Old Sam roared out  " I have my guide "

For the light at Tusker was nearer now 

It's shiny rocks a glimmering brow 

"heave to that line and make it strong or 

Neptune will have us all gone" 

They climbed up on those slippery rocks 

Old Sam knew that he had outfoxed

King Neptune standing way out there 

Waving his trusty trident, furiously in the air! 

   

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IRELAND'S HARVEST 

Harvest Time from The  National Library Of Ireland


O land of plenty,land of few,
Your emerald crown covers you,
Your terrible waste of fertile soil,
That sends its produce abroad to spoil!.

Let sense prevail in your fair land,
Store your crops for future clans,
Store them strong and store them well,
So that
Young seeds,
Prides may swell!  

Our History in its past,
Is long,
The jewels in its arts,
So strong,
Don't fence it in,
Just let it grow,
Then harvest
In the after glow.

The blight that hit us long ago
Drove us from the homes we know,
But that is gone, long past by.
Is it right that it should affect us now?

So put away your pesticides of hate,
Stand tall ,have pride in your state,
Gently gather in your crops
For now the killing
Has got to
Stop !  

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The Street Singer

The Street Singer

I'm standing here with  my cap in hand 

Singing for people all over this  land.

A thousand songs I know, or more,  

So throw me a shilling ,

I'll sing you a score.

Not for me a band to play,

 For I am singing 

Through towns everyday 

No hotels,no bed to lay,not enough money,

 To make my way 

.

People smile as they pass on by, 

They sometimes ask me the reason Why ?

I'm not a star on a Broadway show 

Or on TV I will never go.

For a smile is enough from a passer by, 

The street is my stage and my light the sky.  

I am not well dressed as you can see,

But I will sing you a song 

Even for free!

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