Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Fare You Well, Juliana

We sang Shallo Brown
at the Dubliner shanty sing
(alternately called Shallow Ground).
Brown’s close to the bone,
too close to an ankle ring
for comfort. But we sang Shallo Brown
on that St. Paul pub ground,
and we really managed to bring it
this time: we were on shallow ground
but we crossed the sound,
carrying a forbidden thing—
Shallo, Oh Shallo Brown.
And the crowd really got down
with us when we sang, My master’s gonna sell me
how shaky was the ground
we stood on? Soon all of us will drown,
unless we can sprout wings.
Singing Shallo, Oh Shallo Brown.
Wading on shallow ground.