Roam

In the evening with me chores near done I heard me mother bold

Come along young kipper, yer food be getting cold

As I cleaned up for supper, I heard me pa cry out

A galleon pulled into port just now

And wondered what about

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Roam, me bully roam

Through the crashing of the sea

Fear not yon Davy Jones

Be brave me fine young kipper

Set out and make history

Till you again come sailing home

With me family lying fast asleep I tiptoed through the house

And out the door and down to the Warf to see what the fuss was about

She stood in all her glory, for all the world to see

Twelve guns, three mast, and man named Jack

Said boy would you like to see her

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He tipped his bottle to his mouth and offered me a sip.

With a smile said son, perhaps you're to young, a mans drink holds quite a kick.

I took the bottle from him, his words offended me

Begging your pardon, excuse me sir, I'm nearly seventeen.

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Wind blow a gust over the bow as we stepped onto the deck

The chill in the air dropped, I heard creaking of the ship

A vessel full of history I knew I'd never know

For me father'd be waiting with chores at home

And nare allow me to go

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And then the rum it hit me, just like a cannon ball

The ship rocked a bit, daring me to fall

My vision all went blurry, coordination quite a wreck

And I heard the laughter of Jack set in

As he pushed me to the deck

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I woke up to a mid-day sun on deck my first sea day

A vision of me mother, tears streaming down her face

Clutching at me pillow, father looking out to sea

Cursing the dreaded galleon ship

My boy was only fifteen

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