A fishing poem, out of a Pirate Poem.

THE BOOK OF BURIED TREASURE
Opens with a Poem.

Of all the lives I ever say,
A Pirate's be for I.
Hap what hap may he's allus gay
An' drinks an' bungs his eye.
For his work he's never loth:
An' a-pleasurin' he'll go;
Tho' certain sure to be popt off,
Yo, ho, with the rum below!

In Bristowe I left Poll ashore,
Well stored wi' togs an' gold,
An' off I goes to sea for more,
A-piratin' so bold.
An' wounded in the arm I got,
An' then a pretty blow;
Comed home I find Poll's flowed away,
Yo, ho, with the rum below!

An' when my precious leg was lopt,
Just for a bit of fun,
I picks it up, on t'other hopt,
An' rammed it in a gun.
"What's that for?" cries out Salem Dick;
"What for, my jumpin' beau?
"Why, to give the lubbers one more kick!"
Yo, ho, with the rum below!

I 'llows this crazy hull o' mine
At sea has had its share:
Marooned three times an' wounded nine
An' blowed up in the air.
But ere to Execution Bay
The wind these bones do blow,
I'll drink an' fight what's left away,
Yo, ho, with the rum below!

—An Old English Ballad.

Re Make...  To go with my Love of Fishing.

Of all the lives I’ve come to know,
A fisherman’s for I.
With rod and reel, at dawn’s first glow,
I chase the sea’s wild cry.
For Calico Bass I cast my line,
For Halibut, my soul’s aglow;
In Marina Del Rey, my heart’s entwined,
Yo, ho, with the tide below!

From Avalon’s Harbor, sails unfurled,
We hunt the Striped Marlin’s gleam.
Catalina’s waters, a sapphire world,
Where White Seabass dance in my dream.
With Yellowtail’s fight, my spirit’s bold,
Yet I spare what the ocean’s owed;
Sunrise to sunset, her tale retold,
Yo, ho, with the tide below!

At Pyramid Cove, by San Clemente’s shore,
We anchor for Tuna, Yellowfin and Blue.
The fight’s a storm, their might I adore,
But fair play’s what an honest man’d do.
A nick on my hand from a Marlin’s spree,
I mend my gear and let it go;
The sea’s my home, her creatures free,
Yo, ho, with the tide below!

My weathered hull’s seen kelp and spray,
From Marina’s port to the deeps I roam.
For Bluefin’s chase or a Marlin’s fray,
Each wave’s a call to my sailor’s home.
Till my final cast by the sunset’s blaze,
I’ll honor the sea where my heart’s bestowed,
And fish with love through all my days,
Yo, ho, with the tide below!