Seven long years it been since yer passing,
Here I still be, life lonely and humdrum.
All these salty seas I be compassing
I think of ye as I drink from me rum.
I recall ye caught that legendary,
And a tiny, wee grouper fish, caught I.
Ye bragged loud, I pushed ye off the ferry
We laughed so much, it brought tears to me eye.
Once, ye were caught by a Navy Cadet,
But I was there to distract and to hold.
I huffed, I haggled, and made quite the threat!
All while ye emptied his pockets of gold.
In the night, the time to pass is now mine.
I be seeing ye soon, my Valentine.