Poems (Cook)/The Fisher Boy jollily lives

by Eliza Cook

 

THE FISHER BOY JOLLILY LIVES.

Merrily oh! merrily oh! The nets are spread out to the sun:Merrily oh the Fisher Boy sings, Right glad that his labour is done. Happy and gay, with his boat in the bay, The storm and the danger forgot;The wealthy and great might repine at their state, And envy the Fisher Boy's lot.Merrily oh merrily oh! This is the burden he gives:"Cheerily oh! though the blast may blow, The Fisher Boy jollily lives."

Merrily oh merrily oh! He sleeps till the morning breaks;Merrily oh at the seagull's scream The Fisher Boy quickly awakes.Down on the strand he is plying his hand, His shouting is heard again;The clouds are dark, but he springs to his bark With the same light-hearted strain.Merrily oh merrily oh! This is the burden he gives;"Cheerily oh! though the blast may blow, The Fisher Boy jollily lives."