Goodbye Dear Cailín

Another song for the pirate album

Yo, ho, ho!

Oh, tonight we toss and turn about

The waves are unforgiving

But it's better to be afloat

Than down below

We're loaded to the teeth

So if the Kraken comes 'a callin'

We'll send that beast on down

To Davy Jones

Yes we face this cursed sea

And we're never coming back your way again

So goodbye, my dear Cailín

For I've no use of your absence

And I've no taste for your tongue

I've exhausted all my outlets

Every damn song has been sung

And I'm no more for your perfume

Yes, we never made a home

So I'm sailin' 'neath a flag I call my own

Last week we stashed our "winnings"

On a far desert island

Where the native fruit

Smelled too much like your hair

So I opened up a case of rum

At the setting of the sun

And thus returned my worries

And my cares

"Now a captain must be steady-

A captain must be focused-

And a captain must certainly

Hold his booze!

So sail on!" said I,

"And raise the roger highly!"

Because if you're the other option

This I'll choose

Yes we face this cursed sea

And we're never coming back your way again

So goodbye, my dear Cailín

For I've no use of your absence

And I've no taste for your tongue

I've exhausted all my outlets

Every damn song has been sung

And I'm no more for your perfume

Yes, we never made a home

So I sail 'neath a flag I call my own

Seven long years

I've been sailin' this dreaded ocean

Called a cut-throat, 

Promised bounty from the king

Then one chilly evening

Came a hollar from the watchman

Out of the mist

A ship is gaining speed

Be it kingsmen? Be it whalers?

Be it Blackbeard or the like? Ha ha!

We're not exactly known

For makin' friends!

Load the canons quickly, boys!

No time to sit an argue,

For that b*****d's twice the size

Of the Revenge

The ship grew ever nearer

A figure started forming

I could scarcely believe

Me scurvied eyes

Cutlass drawn, bathed in velvet

I could see Cailín a blazing

She's come to find relief

In my demise

So I turn then to my crew

It's time for a decision

Do we run, or stay and fight,

Likely to die?

....

....

F**k it.

HARD TO PORT!

BROADSIDE HER!

FIRE ALL THE CANONS!

Goodnight, Cailín!

Goodnight, sweet Cailín!

Oh, and one way or another

Goodbye!

Yes we face this cursed sea

And we're never coming back your way again

So goodbye, my dear Cailín

For I've no use of your absence

And I've no taste for your tongue

I've exhausted all my outlets

Every damn song has been sung

And I'm no more for your perfume

Yes, we never made a home

So I'm sailin' 'neath a flag I call my own

Yes, I'm sailin' far 'cross the foam

Yes, I'm sailin' 'neath a flag

I call my own

Yo ho ho!

Author's Note

Cailín is the original Irish spelling for the name Colleen.

Reviews

[Tan-90]

The visual imagery you paint, in a fantasy based backdrop to explain to us your "struggle" with Cailín is fantastic! :)

As the poem reaches it climax, there is a natural build-up to the tempo of the poem that added auditory imagery to my already ablaze visuals!

Well done. A good write! :)