Shanty Of Shaky Handed Jo Poem by christian MERLE

There were two gleaming golden caravels
Sailing towards the white pier of Whitenhaven.
The first one came back from far travels,
The second one carried Shaky Handed Jo's men.

Both were shining, both were proud,
Shaky Handed Jo's was the proudest!
Both were shining, both were loud,
Shaky Handed Jo's was the loudest!

Wars had cut Jo's fingers,
That's why Jo shooks his left hand.
Wars had cut Jo's painters,
That's why Jo brooks up all around.

Two gleaming ships in Whitenhaven
Both with Shaky Handed Jo's men.

Worthy friends! Never trust the sailors!
Never meet Jo in the mouth of harbours!


Christian MERLE