Oh, You Go Sailing

Girl from Malahide

I saw you twice

once from across a pub

and once at the beach

your hair blowing freely at the water's edge

mid-smile and laugh perched on a stool

each time I went to get your name

you disappeared right from the frame

to rest in the valley of my mind

where you are nothing but beautiful and kind

I'm not sure where you are

I hope you're waiting patiently at the bar

for no one but me

I saw you again

by chance

the same bar stool, the same gorgeous grin

a raven curl falling over your eye

I just could not believe my luck

to see you here, finally

my Delilah

unfortunately, there seems to be

another boy who isn't me

whispering sweet nothings in your ear

I waited just too long, my dear.