Back on the long stone jetty
a time when the smacks came in
splitting the tide with a daily haul -
marlin flags, yellow-fin flags,
shark flags and all on the riggers.
In come the seiners, longliners,
and skipjacks. The crabbers,
the Merry May, Mama's Revenge,
Rock Bottom Sally, all going
bayside with their wares and
worn bows.
Each in it's cutting and bobbing
joy, blows a horn for the jumping
jut-finger kids - the day done
on the shore when the waves came a' roiling.
The jiggers in for the market docks
and a couple a bucks for the gap-toothed
waterman gathering legs on the rocks.
Two for a steak a' tuna
Five for a pound a' nurse
Blue Marlin not for sale, my boy,
it's for the record books.
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
Back on the long stone jetty
a time when the smacks came in
splitting the tide with a daily haul -
marlin flags, yellow-fin flags,
shark flags and all on the riggers.
In come the seiners, longliners,
and skipjacks. The crabbers,
the Merry May, Mama's Revenge,
Rock Bottom Sally, all going
bayside with their wares and
worn bows.
Each in it's cutting and bobbing
joy, blows a horn for the jumping
jut-finger kids - the day done
on the shore when the waves came a' roiling.
The jiggers in for the market docks
and a couple a bucks for the gap-toothed
waterman gathering legs on the rocks.
Two for a steak a' tuna
Five for a pound a' nurse
Blue Marlin not for sale, my boy,
it's for the record books.
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