The Irish Mariner

irish ancient mariners in storm

The Irish Mariner 

I stand tall at the stern of me boat on the grey great furious sea

Salty rain down me face, down the Aran  me Mother knit for me

If I drown, lose me face, from the design of me kin they would see

That I tried to reach home where family and friends wait for me  

Celtic drums thundering over me head as I sail storm and tempest 

Is my Molly Malone looking for me, from the high seashore crest? 

I travelled Welsh and English lands, to Scots highlands with no rest

To beloved Coast of Eire, where forever my heart lays for the best

Author's Note

Thanks ANTO for the comment. I'm not Irish as you could guess not even an English native speaker (french Canadian QUÉBÉCOIS ) I will make the ajustment for respect to your people in the mean time have a Guiness on me

Reviews

[B]

Ay ay captain
i love it
You perfectly are on the shores of the sea
Speaking loud and clear
I love how you can easily and fluidly move from one topic to another

So clever

[Richard Guimond]

Thanks ANTO for the comment. I'm not Irish as you could guess not even an English native speaker (french Canadian QUÉBÉCOIS ) I will make the ajustment for respect to your people in the mean time have a Guiness on me

My mother knitted me torsaded raw wool sweater for me too. Québecois got a lot of influences from catholic irish migrant . My old friends were Farley and Mockler who didn't speak english ( a protestant language in the ol' day)

[ANTO]

I like this Richard
I see the reason for the switch from 'me' meaning my to actual 'my' for readability at Molly Maguires (did you mean Molly Malone ?) but then it doesnt revert in the final line.

I'd have liked to have seen 'Aran' mentioned instead of the generic wool. My ma knitted many an Aran in her day - all greatly cherished and sought after.

can I suggest a minor re arrangement to separate 'for' and 'forever' in the final line?
how about -
'To beloved Coast of Eire, where forever my heart lies for the best '

anto