Salty Lament

Published on June 29th, 2009

SALTY LAMENT
by Bonnie Tardella
December 1977

My heart belongs to a fisherman
But my passion’s forced to wait
For I can’t compete
With his one-boat fleet
And a bucketful of bait.

My love I’ll save for that fisherman
And though I’m a comely lass
I am no match
For his morning catch
Of bluefish or striped bass.

My arms long for the fisherman
But he won’t give me the nod
‘Til his head’s been thrilled
By a cooler filled
With porgies, fluke, or cod

I shall one day flee that fisherman
Although he might bid me stay
And if I get my wish
He will tell his fish
About the gal that got away!