The Flower Boat

The fisherman’s swapping a yarn for a yarn Under the hand of the village barber, And here in the angle of house and barn His deep-sea dory has found a harbor.

At anchor she rides the sunny sod As full to the gunnel with flowers a-growing As ever she turned her home with cod From George’s Bank when winds were blowing.

And I know from that Elysian freight She will brave but once more the Atlantic weather, When dory and fisherman sail by fate To seek for the Happy Isles together.