Wee Pirate Lass

Wee Pirate Lass

Day has gone for a maid at rest,
cliffside in a hillside green.
In a cottage she dreams of a treasure chest,
that only her eyes have seen.

With a vast "Heave-Ho!", candy cutlass in tow,
and a cookie as patch for her eye,
Departs now she to where dragons be,
set sail on a lullaby.

Till she's spied afloat in her homemade boat,
of washbucket and clothesline,
By pirates in ship who spied the slip,
of a maid but three feet high.

She dodges away from scurvy men,
and hides between the rum kegs.
She tells her dolly to be quiet and then,
a pirate walks by on peg legs.

Then someone grabs the wee pirate lass,
tis a blue-eyed captain with black mustache.
He asks if she would be his dinner guest,
and tour his ship from belly to crow's nest.

It wasn't long before the men burst into song,
dancing round the deck in a piratey jigs.
The captain picked her up and took her to sup,
on roast whale and a pie made from dried figs.

Her put her on his lap showing a treasure map,
where they had buried their coins of gold,
In a treasure chest found by a hard quest,
through waters strewn with sea monsters untold.

He takes from his red coat a golden ring,
placing it on her curious thumb.
He says fortune and luck will it bring,
to her and her poor widowed mum.

He places her back in her washtub boat,
and she sails away to her cottage home.
Sailing on tender dreams she does float,
missing the poor sailor father of her own.

She wakes in her cottage by the seaside,
feeling a lump in her nightdress she does find,
A gold ring and a treasure map hidden inside,
with picture of the captain who was so kind.

Going into her mums room she finds her,
crying and looking at a picture in her hands,
of a man with blue eyes and a dark mustache,
who vanished while sailing to far away lands.

She gave her treasure to her mum, poor thing,
the map and the ring shiny and perfectly round
Her mum asked where she found her wedding ring,
and the paper giving her title to land all around.

After many hugs she was put to sleep,
but as fate would have it happen,
She went sailing into the navy sea deep,
searching for her father the captain.

Off she goes where the salt wind blows.
set sail on starry bright seas,
While she holds up high her pert little nose,
and cradles on doll on her knees.

With a vast "Heave-Ho!", candy cutlass in tow,
and a cookie as patch for her eye,
Departs now she to where dragons be,
set sail on a lullaby.

by: Kimarie Manhart-Freeman