sound the bell, and tell my darlin’
your darlin’ is lost, your darlin’ is lost
weigh the anchor, and string her pearls
her pearls are lost, her pearls are lost
strike the sail, and blow me home
your home is lost, your home is lost
pipe me ashore, and let me kiss her
your kisses are lost, your kisses are lost
find a star, and steer me to it
your stars are lost, your stars are lost
take my heart, and feed the sea
your heart is lost, your heart is lost
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National Poetry Month
NaPoWriMo Day 26
Call and Response
Fantastic! This should be put to music.
Not one of my talents, sadly. But you can sing it if you like. π
π΅ πΆ πΌ πΉ π·π΅…..?@%#&!
Oh, dear, it started out as a sweet song, then I bit my tongue! Sorry for all that cussing at the end π¦
As long as you’re just biting your own tongue π
Lol. Well, I’ve bitten other people’s tongues before, and I’ve found that I’ve lost friends because of that! Yeah, go figure — people can be so touchy. Nowadays, I stick to my own tongue. π
All for the best!
Really love this, has the feel of an old folk song or something.
I love the tag ‘not a chanty’. I’m going to start tagging mine ‘not a proper poem. For a proper poem, see the Crow’.
Ha ha ha
What pathos…..Poet Rummager was right, this should be set to a tune. π