Now gather round and listen mate I’ll tell you of a tale how Captain Blarney met his fate when searching for a whale.
He never was a sea-going man, preferring scotch to rum, the boat he bought was green and tan, with shrouds that just wouldn’t hum.
His boat was made of fiberglass, as light as it could be; he dreamed of all the boats he’d pass when he went out to sea.
He took a lesson now and then to teach him how to sail but no one in this world of men told him about The Gale.
The day was filled with storms and squalls when Blarney left the dock. The troughs were deep, the water walls but Blarney didn’t take stock.
“It’s whales I want to see,” he said. “They run this time of year.” The salt on short just shook his head and drank another beer.
“The Gale will get that foolish one,” the salt said through his beard. “He’ll find out sailing’s not all fun, the sea, she’s to be feared.”
Old Blarney laughed ‘till ten miles out still looking for the whale but when he turned the boat about he ran into The Gale.
Now when you go a sailing mate, remember of this tale, and know that Blarney was the bait for an old, humpback whale.