NaPoWriMo Day 10: Sea Shanty

Yo-ho=ho! What a relief to have a day off from entrail -gazing. Trying my hand at writing a sea shanty was a joy from start to finish. Plus it gave me the opportunity to expunge some of the trauma suffered during the long-ago voyage referred to in the poem. I am not a good sailor!

Day 10: Sea shanty (after Wellerman shanty)

That day when we put out to sea

From Iona’s shores so wild and free;

To Staffa’s cliffs puffins to see

We gathered on the quay.

Soon may the Staffa boat come,

With plenty room for everyone,

Three hours on when the voyage is done

We’ll grab our guts and go (bleurk!).

When  waiting  on the gangway we

Were three pilgrim groups from the Abbey;

and Bishop’s House, plus youth group see

We’re all set for the off

Soon may the Staffa boat come,

With plenty room for everyone. 

Three hours on when the voyage is done

We’ll grab our guts and go (bleurk!)

So now assembled on the deck

To get good views it was our spec

Of waters calm and wild birds (check),

Binoculars in hand

Soon may the Staffa boat come,

With plenty room for everyone .

Three hours on when the voyage is done

We’ll grab our guts and go (bleurk!).

Our boat set off, the engines roared

As eagerly the view we sought .

The best that Scotland could afford

A song was on our lips .

Soon may the Staffa boat come,

With plenty room for everyone .

Three hours on when the voyage is done

We’ll grab our guts and go (bleurk!).

As swiftly over the waves we flew

A couple of us were feeling blue.

Stiff upper lips we kept so true,

While longing for a brew.

Soon may the Staffa boat come,

With plenty room for everyone .

Three hours on when the voyage is done

We’ll grab our guts and go (bleurk!)

As Fingal’s Cave it hove in sight,

The captain boomed out o’er the mic:

“Too rough to land, we’ll hover right 

Still have a brilliant view.”

Of puffins, porpoise,  seals and whales 

But some were reaching for the pails;

the brave ones retched  over the rail,

The rest dived for the hold.

Soon may the Staffa boat come etc….

To stay below was a mistake 

But misery loves to share its ache;

In silence grim -no chat, no craic,

Don’t talk to me, you fool!

I looked up from my paper bag

A wondrous sight, no need to nag ;

The youth group hunched , no cause to brag,

In shades of green and grey

Soon may the Staffa boat come etc…

We sped back over the ocean brave 

With distant views of puffins made;

Like bouncy  beach balls on the waves

—————-any suggestions of what to put here?

When  landed safe  upon the Isle

Iona’s duties called us still:

Loo rota , kitchens, wobble while 

‘Two Soups’ it was our song…

Soon may the Staffa boat come,

With plenty room for everyone.

Three hours on when the voyage is done

We’ll grab our guts and go (bleurk!)

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