An Irish ghost story...

Buried Treasure

My last ship was a sturdy one
though plain an' unassuming
She was naire small
an' she was naire gran'
but through cruel waves went swimmin'
Her name was lost to mystery
her worn sides dark with weather
her sails once stiff an' white an' proud
in older times much better
I sailed her hard an' I sailed her fast
an' many storms did drown us
Then up she'd bob an' face the next
wave that came down upon us
I know she didna last too long
A band of rogues did take her
They took the things they wanted most
then burned her to the water

If yer ever on a foggy sea
or when the sun's too bright
y'might see what y'shouldna see
—my ship who lost her might
She isna fair an' she isna sound
yet still glides on the water
Some day I think she'll run aground
and then I'll know I've found her

My last love was a precious one
more rare than four leaf clovers
She was naire tall
an' she was nair stout
an' I was her only lover
Her name is lost to mystery
Long decades seperate us
Her eyes as blue as starry skies
her kisses quite contagious
I loved her well, but our love was brief
for I was called to duty
She froze her heart when I bid her well
for she feared so greatly for me
I never knew what lay in wait
—that I could never see her
again, because those rogues killed me
an' my ship burned to the water

If yer ever near a sandy shore
alone in grey moonlight
y'might see what y'shouldna see
—my love who lost her light
She isna warm an' she doesna speak
for all the life's gone from her
but she'll wait upon the sand an' weep
until I can come for her