Alan L. Winters
There was a fine girl; Mollie Mae was her name;
Twenty meters and three masts and a crew of nineteen.
She has sailed me to Heaven and safely through Hell.
As the wind fills her sails all the tales I could tell.
When I was a young lad, a lad of thirteen,
I signed on the Mollie for the seas to be seen.
We sailed from Ireland; north did we sail
For the island of Greenland in search of the whale.
For forty good years I have lived with her sail
From the luffin’ of seas to the strongest of gale.
From the first time I saw her tall masts in the sky
I’ll remember dear Mollie till the day that I die.
Oh Mollie I’m tired, I’m old, and I’m grey.
I’d love to go with you but know I must stay.
As you take to the ocean and you take to the swell
God speed and good huntin’, I wish you all well.
©Copyright Alan L. Winters – Date Unknown