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Dave

MARTIN GREIGH, by Taylor Whiteside

My father was a fisherman, likewise my brothers too.
They follow in his footsteps with a wooden point of view,
While I the black sheep of the lot work safely on the shore.
I keep account of what we've got; find ways to make it more.

Our mother left for Boston town some seven years ago.
We sons receive a letter each Christmas time or so.
And father takes the dory then and round the harbor goes,
Until the weather drives him in, that's when the sorrow shows.

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Four boats in the harbor, where's the Martin Greigh.
She was due to fetch the Cutty Light, by three o'clock today.
No sail on the horizon, no vessel by the quay.
Four boats in the harbor, where's the Martin Greigh.

Now a man's a master of his heart; as boys we all we were told.
He strains to play the hero's part, a captain brave and bold.
But in the end must pay the toll to feelin's never shown,
Atrapped within this age-old goal he finds himself alone.

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Now father says that one fine day he'll take the Greigh and go,
To an island far beyond the bay that the coastin' trade don't know;
And there he'll run the mainsail down and anchor by the shore,
And leave behind those fishin' grounds and think of her once more.

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