Selling the Wind

We have so far sailed maelstroms Through the tempest light This man-o-war Spills forth with silks, spices and wines Not limerick's dungeons eighteen months Could kill my fervor for sea hunt All herring la*sies, gutter girls They know what colored clews unfurl These threads are full Full of wind and tied in knots Miss Forsythe's love Was lost but never was forgot Till olden age Saber held fast to the sky Sea cauldron's rage The Cailleach tramps her cloak tonight Tonight For seven days Braved howling winds, eddies and rains Through towering waves They say no bolder heart remains Halcyon, green Clew Bay A green Clew Bay I buy these winds To venge my children and their ghosts I stole their ships And every castle from their coasts Need no advice Nor approval from the queen I live my life Forever hellcat of the sea Forever hellcat of the sea