The Ballad of Cap'n Scott
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One morning in June of '97
Three fishermen debarked
The port of Homer, up Alaska way
In the land where there is no dark
Calm waters and a sunny sky
Looked to be what would soon save
A load of fish, the Halibut
Me and Jerry and Cap'n Scott
We'd not even left the waters
of the bay called Kachemak
When we met the fog, the accursed fog
And the Cap'n said, "Lets turn back"
But Jerry scowled and then he smiled
And said, "I know there's a fish that'll help
Drop anchor Cap'n if you would,
Right here in the bed of kelp!"
So Cap'n Scott obliged while the crew dropped lines
And under the fog we cut
Landing cod and the Irish Lord
And the Cap'n shouted, "This ain't Halibut!!"
So through the swells and choppy water
Our craft strode 'cross the bay
Cap'n Scott pointed to Seldovia
And said, "The Halibut's this way!"
We dropped our lines in a quiet lagoon
That the Cap'n found
Then Jerry shouted out, "Look lively boys!
Watch you don't get cut!
For something big has got me hook
And it might be the Halibut"
So he strained and pulled and fought
Until the battle was nigh dead
And as he lifted it from the water
The Cap'n shot it in the head!
So began the time
Wherein we got our wish
And that day we filled the box
With the mighty Halibut fish
So we sped on back to Homer
And t'was soon we uncapped the rum
We toasted the day and by the way
It was me that caught the biggest one!
When on land we fell, the Cap'n swelled
"To me quarters lads! fill your gut"
And t'was Rita his lady that cooked for us
That tasty old Halibut
So there's my story, though not a tale so gory
Of Cap'n Scott and Jerry and me
And still the Cap'n swears there is no fare
Like the Halibut on land or sea
So each day he searches, not for perches
And lest you think him in a rut
He is I swear, at this moment, somewhere
Looking for Halibut
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