Classic Poem

A Folk Poem

Fisher, in your bright bark rowing,
Whither fishing are you going?
  All is lovely, all is lovely,
  All is lovely, fisherman.

See you not that last star hiding
In a cloud, as you are riding?
  Take your sail in, take your sail in,
  Take your sail in, fisherman.

If your net you are entangling,
Sail and oar soon will be dangling.
  O be wary, O be wary,
  O be wary, fisherman.

Danger lurks for him who listens
Where the singing mermaid glistens,
  Gaze not on her, gaze not on her,
  Gaze not on her, fisherman.

Fisher, in your bright bark rowing,
Turn your prow, you'd best be going,
  Flee from danger, flee from danger,
  Flee from danger, fisherman.