Papa

well my papa was a fisher man

and he fished the deep blue sea

he home made some fine black berry nip

and he'd always pass a nip onto mewell he smelled like black-tarred fishing nets

oh tiger belly growl

he was my good pappa

but he be bones nowgrand daddy was a sailor

and he sailed from far across the sea

well he did talk some kind of funny

but it never did bother mewhen he spoke about his home land

'twas with a sad and furrowed brow

no more tears grandaddy

you just be bones now