Annie

We stand by the ferry, she made us swear, to lay her down by water, she gathers our fear, dismisses our worried stares, says there must be no tears, thank God we’re merry, and the weather’s fair, instead of trials and ancient levies, more than ever a seer, singing in the yellow air, her sayings begot by jeers, in passing now she’s ready, we all embrace her glare, a gun once fired and deadly, like stolen kids drinking beer, proud at the schooner’s turn, apple cheeks full of cheer, she carries us with her .