Dear Phorum 5,
My father of 84 is reminiscing for a childhood poem that meant a great deal
I'm searching without success so far. Here is the first line.
I stood one day by the breezy bay just a watching the ships come in...
Please help me find this poem or any lead that may help.
I stood one day by a breezy bay,
Watchin' the ships sail by
When an old tar said, with a shake of his head,
"I wish I could tell you a lie"
I've seen some sights that would jigger your lights
And they jiggered me own forsooth
But I ain't worth a darn at spinnin' a yarn
When it wanders away from the truth
I'll tell you the rede of the Wise Women Three
On their journey to Bethlehem
For they sailed forth on "The Star of North"
And all Bedlam entered in.
I found this by googling the line you gave. Hope it helps as I feel there may be more to it.
John, using the piece you found I discoveredthat peice is the narrators first piece in A Christmas Cantycle at [gamgee.acad.emich.edu].
The credits at the bottom say that the beginning of the narrators first speech comes from 'A Tall Tale', possibly by Lorne Johnson, recorded on Teresa Doyle's Dance to Your Daddy - so that could be what Barry's father learned. A bit more googling led me to the answer to someone else's poetry query on another sit, which I reproduce verbatim here:
""I need help in locating a lost poem: It starts: I stood one day by a breezy bay a'watching the ships go by, when a tired Tar said with a shake of his head, I wish I could tell a lile. I thought the title was "Breezy Bay" but I can't find it. I would really appreciate help in locating the poem and author.
As a matter of fact the author is darned elusive.. but the name of the poem is "Marblehead Bay" .. here it is:
"I Was Standing One Day By Marblehead Bay..."
I was standing one day by Marblehead Bay
Watching the ships go by,
When an old sailor said, with a toss of his head,
How I wish I could tell a lie.
I've seen many a sight
That would jiggle your lights
And they've jiggled me down forsooth,
But it ain't worth a darn to be jiggled down
When it wanders from the truth.
I was on a bark, the Nancy Spark,
Four leagues and a half at sea,
When Captain Snook, with a worried look come
And he sez to me,
Bos'n Smith! Go make haste
And hemstitch the er sail,
And accordion pleat the forward sheets
For it's going to a gale.
Aye, sez I, and I rushed ahead
As the skipper himself would do,
Then we hove in low and hit the
And murdering lights how it blew.
She blew the tar right off the spars
And the spars right off the masts
Anchors and sails and kegs of nails
All went, by the force of the blast.
The fire blew out the galley stove,
The cook from the starboard p00p* was hove,
And the lard blew out of the tins.
But all of us feared
When it blew the beard
Right off of the Captain's chin.
Whew, he said, as he ducked his head
And felt around his mouth,
We're lost I fear if the wind don't veer
And a bit from the south.
As soon as the words had left his mouth
That wind turned round
With a hurricane sound
And came straight in from the south.
It blew the tar back onto the spars
And the spars back onto the mast,
And anchors and sails and kegs of nails
All to the ship stuck fast.
The fire blew back in the galley stove,
And blew the cook
To the starboard p00p*.
(Without even spilling the soup).
Then the lard blew back into the tins
And all of us cheered
When the beard blew back
Onto the Captain's chin.
Oh I've seen many a sight
That would jigger your lights
And they've jiggered me down forsooth
But I ain't worth a darn
When telling a yarn
When it wanders from the truth.
-By an unidentified poet""
I'd love to hunt a bit more, but don't have the time at present.
A NAUTICAL EXTRAVAGANCE
I stood one day by the breezy bay a-watching the ships go by,
When a tired tar said, with a shake of his head: "I wisht I could tell a lie!
"I've seen some sights as would jigger yer lights,
And they've jiggered me own, in sooth,
But I ain't wuth a darn at spinnin' a yarn what wanders away from the truth.
"We were out in the gig, the Rigagajig, jest a mile and a half to sea,
When Capting Snook, with a troubled look, he came and he says to me:—
"'O Bos'n Smith, make haste forthwith and hemstich the fo'ard sail;
Accordeon pleat the dory sheet, For there's going to be a gale.'
"I straightway did as the capting bid — No sooner the job was through
When the north wind, whoof, bounced over the roof, and, murderin' lights, she blew!
"She blew the tars right off the spars, And the spars right off the mast,
Sails and pails and anchors and nails flew by on the wings o' the blast.
"The galley shook as she blew our cook straight out o' the porthole glim,
While pots and pans, kettles and cans went clatterin' after him.
"She blew the fire from our gallant stove and the coal from our gallant bin,
She whistled apace past the capting's face and blew the beard off his chin!
"'O wizzel me dead!' the capting said (And the words blew out of his mouth);
'We're lost, I fear, if the wind don't veer and blow awhile from the south.'
"And wizzel me dead, no sooner he'd said them words that blew from his mouth,
Than the wind switched round with a hurricane sound and blew straight in from the south.
"We opened our eyes with a wild surprise, and never a word to say —
In changin' her tack the wind blew back the things that she'd blew away!
"She blew the tars back onto the spars, and the spars back onto the mast;
Back flew the pails, the sails, and the nails, which into the ship stuck fast.
"And 'fore we could look she blew back the cook straight into the galley coop;
Back dropped the pans, kettles, and cans, without even spillin' the soup.
"She blew the fire back into the stove where it burnt in its proper place —
And all of us cheered as she blew the beard back on the capting's face.
"There's more o' me tale," said the sailor hale, "As would jigger yer lights, in sooth,
But I ain't wuth a darn at spinnin' a yarn what wanders away from the truth."
Dear Phorum 5,
i am a student which is in thesis, i find some difficulties to catch the subject and paraphrasing of attached poems.
would you please assist me by giving me the subject and the parapharase of 2 poems that i will use it to represent my thesis?
thank you for your asisstance
This should be posted on the Homework Assistance Forum, where they will be able to help you more - but not do the work for you. I'll help you with the subject, but advise you to copy your message, go to Forum List (above) and open Homework Assistance and post there for more, and probably better help. The first poem's subject is ageing - specifically comparing, unfavourably, the ageing of the author with that of a tree he planted. The second is about reminiscence, using the idea of an echo in a rather unusual way.
Does anyone know a poem the last line of which is,
" 'Thou art a foolish fool', she said. "
I have tried googling this, also the Oxford Book of Quotations, but can find no reference to it.
Not a bad catch, Johnny. It's on page 161, Sopotra. But it's a man, not a woman, in that Sidney Lanier poem