Said merry ole Jane <br />With a blade through <br />Her heart, 'Ya seafarin' <br />Days are over! ' <br /> <br />Said bonny old Tom <br />With a wink in his eye, <br />'I'd roll you up in clover! ' <br />To which she replied, <br /> <br />Dry-eyed as could be, <br />'Told ya, ya seafarin <br />Days were over! Now <br />Rolls there will be... <br /> <br />Not remember <br />The sea...you'll toss, <br />You'll turn, tumble about. <br />Your 'tacking' the 'winds' <br /> <br />Will be me. Here I am, <br />With many a sail...roll <br />Me up, roll me down, <br />In me lace gown... <br /> <br />Now... regret your sea.' <br /> <br />Said bonny old Tom, <br />'Woman, very well said. <br />But, my journeys last <br />Six months at a time! ' <br /> <br />Said Jane, 'Of course <br />I know! You'll be rollin <br />In bed. And your <br />Blasted ship <br /> <br />Will be mine.'<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wonderful-sea/
