If you all gather ‘round I’ll tell to you a tale,
Of a beautiful woman named Margaret S. Hail.
This pretty maid was as sweet as any,
Though her family name never held a penny.
Still her eyes did sparkle and lit up the sky,
Her smile would warm you as she passed you by.
Her brown curly hair flowed down her back,
And Margaret, she was in love with a fellow named Jack.
Now Jack was a young lad about 18 years old,
He promised Margaret a life of riches and gold.
Though she knew these promises could never be true,
For Jack was a sailor, and poor he was too.
Still Margaret loved Jack with all of her heart,
And the two swore the idea of ever being apart.
But Jack was a sailor and had to leave shore,
Though Margaret would cry not to leave her no more.
One night Jack kissed her forehead and knelt on one knee,
“I’ll marry you dear Margaret when I comes back from sea.”
Poor Margaret knew not those were the last words from Jack,
For when he left her that night, he never did come back.
Jack the young lad was killed out on sea,
Margaret the poor maid fell to one knee.
She walked to the wharf with a knife and his ring.
The ring she threw and to her heart the knife she did bring.
“I cannot live without my love,” the poor maid did cry,
Margaret plunged the knife through her chest, fell down and then died.
Now at the wharf, Margaret’s ghost lingers around,
She will not rest till her true love she’s found.
So if ever your wandering by the wharf late at night,
And you hear Margaret sobbing, do not get a fright.
For no such story could ever be as sad as this,
Of Margaret and Jack and their goodbye kiss.
About the Creator
Courtney Erin
My life in a nutshell: small town living, my fiancé, music, God, and an obsession with poetry...literally obsessed
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