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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

The Mermaid’s Song


The Mermaid’s Song
October 15, 2012
© Copyright 2012 Ronald McCalip. All rights reserved.

A lonely little fisherman sat upon the shore
Sad because he had no wife at home, to keep the fires warm.
One evening he sat upon the rocks. So sad, he could not sleep.
Then he heard the Mermaids song arising from the deep.

Oh lonely little fisherman
Come make me now your bride
I can make you very happy
In a house beneath the tide.

The Mermaid was very pretty, with skin of purest white…
Her hair was soft and golden brown, her eyes were bluest bright.
Modestly clothed by seaweed and kelp, her figure was pleasing yet strong
But her most enchanting aspect twas, that of her bewitching song!

Oh lonely little fisherman
Come make me now your bride
I can make you very happy
In a house beneath the tide.

Oh a bonnie lass you’d make, my love! My chest would swell with pride!
Alas I canna’ live and breathe beneath the oceans tide!
Surely that would kill me and put me in my grave.
He started then to weep, because he did not feel so brave.

Oh, lonely little fisherman
Come make me now your bride
I will make you very happy
In a house beneath the tide.

Perhaps ye can come up topside, and stay to make my croft a home
While I am out to ply my trade, in my boat upon the foam.
Oh no! That won’t happen! My true love could never let that be!
For my home and my one love, shall ever be at the bottom of the sea!

Oh lonely little fisherman
Come take me for your bride
I will make you very happy
In a house beneath the tide.

With a mournful cry the fisherman dove in and he caught her by her side.
The waves beat out a wedding march as they kissed beneath the tide
Though now his life was short, she kept her word and took him to her bower in the deep
His lifeless body moulders still, at the bottom of her cold, dark ,ocean keep.

Oh lonely little fisherman
How happy we will be!
I will make you very happy
In our home beneath the sea.

There’s a moral to this story, a fishy tale it’s true!
The mermaid’s song is quite beguiling,
Sailor, you know just what she’ll do.
It’s bad enough she’ll break your heart, don’t let her drown you too!

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