(A merrow is an Irish sea fairy. This poem is inspired by the myth of Jack Dogherty and the merrow.)
Swim with the merrow to the deep
Men's souls in cages he does keep
Through the bars you see pleading eyes
And asking with their desperate cries
"Please find a way to set us free,
We ask of you Jack Dogherty!
Within the confines of this cage,
we've grown to quite a weary age."
Stunned and fearful, you swim ashore
But fall before you reach the door
You tell your story without luck
She thinks you're but a lying drunk
And still a plan you try to make
The finest whiskey you will take
To please the merrow's drink demands
and to a restful sleep he'll land
Hurriedly, unlock the last cage
Before the merrow wakes in rage
You have but a few minutes now
And at the shore the men will bow
"A mighty deed is what you've done
Jack Dogherty, we owe you one,"
As the men go back to their homes
You scan the sea where you once roamed
Will there ever be a safe day
for my return, you softly say
Above your head the thunder rolls
You sigh, "It's best I keep my soul."
