Captain O'Neil

Captain O’Neil’s got a boat made of steel,
He sails out from Cork every morning,
She’s a very old boat, built in 1902,
She could sink any day without warning.

He steams to the reef; with the heart felt belief,
That the cod that he hunts will be landed,
Then he sits there and waits, hooking on baits,
But will always return empty handed.

Captain O’Neil got his first rod and reel,
From his father, who taught him to cast,
He still recollects how he stood on the deck,
When that monstrous reef cod swam past.

Forty-two years, says O’Neil through his beard,
I’ve fished with the same rod and line,
And felt in my heart, right from the start.
That one day that fish would be mine.

He has only one fear as he packs up his gear,
And is haunted each day by the thought,
Although it’s his wish to catch that great fish,
What will he do once it’s caught?

©RS2011