He's No Jolly Sailor Bold
There are countless tales of Mermaids Across all the Seven Seas; But the story I must tell will leave you Weak in both your knees... Brae Muldoon was a-fishing one night Way out in Seaton's Bay, The Moon was thin and the mist was thick And all around him was gray; Two hours had passed with nary a bite And his feet were cold as stones-- When a sweet voice from the dark green deep Sent a shudder through his bones: "Are you waiting here to see me?" Crooned the voice, so soft and clear Like a far-off death-knell sounding In the old fisherman's ear; Two pale hands like mother o' pearl Grasped the side of Muldoon's craft, And a head like that of Venus Smiled at him from the aft--- Long and shining was her kelp-green hair, And her large and glittering eyes Fixed Brae with a compelling stare As he tried from his seat to rise; Her teeth like a Moray eel's gleamed As she aimed at him a smile That reminded him of his father's tale Of a Nile crocodile! Brae grab...