One
night, she wild and stormy be
He
docked his ship, the “Grand McPhee”
And
went ashore for brew and song
To
sing and drink and dance along.
But
old and slow he stopped for air
And
in the light he saw her there
Dancing
tip toed round and round.
Bowing
softly to the ground,
He
caught her eye, its ocean blue.
His
heart so stopped and this he knew:
My
love, a dancer she must be
One
day, we’ll sail the Grand McPhee.
Not
fear nor worry shook his stand,
He
waltzed inside and asked her hand.
She
looked into his grizzled face,
“No,”
said she, to his disgrace.
“Many
suitors spar for me
“I
want no life upon the sea.
“One
is rich with land and gold
“His
worth is more than fish you’ve sold.
“One
is strong with arms so wide
"He
carries logs brought in by tide.
“One
is young and fair of face
“He
brings me gifts of Queen Anne’s Lace.
“But
you, old man, pocket of sieve,
“You,
for me, have naught to give.”
And
as the storm had ceased to be
He
blinked a tear, and back to sea.
As
Spring, she sprung, the suitors came
And
called out loudly, all the same:
“Dancer,
will you marry me?
“Just
think how lucky you will be!
“The
envy of each and every lass,
“I
am the best, all others pass.”
So
came the young and fair of face
In
truth, he brought his Queen Anne’s Lace.
But
“No,” she said, “It cannot be.
“Not
face nor flowers can protect me”
And
as he left, in came the brawn
With
muscles large and musk of fawn.
“Beauty
be damned! That man is all wrong!
“You
must marry me, I am giant and strong!”
Said
she, “Yes, you’re strong and protection is good,
“But
your muscles and grandeur cannot buy me food.”
As
he left with a grumble, a coach came along
Filled
with satchels of money, suitor, and song.
“Dancer,
I’m wealthy, with land and gold, to boot!”
“Marry
me, for I am best. In truth, I am a hoot!”
But
sadly still she shook her head
For
“money can’t buy love,” she said.
And
in the night she stood alone
Without
a suitor or marriage sewn.
As
clouds rolled in from off the sea
She
danced once more and thought of He.
The
lightning struck and thunder shook.
He,
once again, put down his hook.
There
she twirled and dipped and spun
But
he still, for her, fine gifts had none.
Brave
as before, he again took her hand,
His
weathered old palms, rubbed smooth by the sand.
“Not
rich?” she asked, and “No,” said he.
“My
riches lie within the sea.”
“Not
strong?” asked she, hand on her hip.
“The
strength I need to steer my ship.”
“I
see you’ve aged, I count the lines.”
“In
my shadow, your beauty shines.”
Softened
by his simple quips,
She
placed a kiss upon his lips.
Peaceful
as he left for sea
He
called out from the Grand McPhee:
“I’ll
marry you when next we meet
“With
wine and song and fish to eat.
“We’ll
dance and sail into the sun
“And
laugh and sing ‘til day is done.”
Storm
clouds caused the skies to dim
Angry
waves swelled and swallowed him,
Never
to return to his dancing sweet
Where
first they met upon the street.
She
gazed out from the cliffs in fear,
Blinded
by a single tear.
She
threw herself into the sea,
And
was buried with the Grand McPhee.
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