When ever my father was caught telling a fib, his father & grandfather would recite a verse to him and his siblings. He would do the same when my brother and I were growing up, and I now do the same for my two daughters. It's just a silly little family tradition we have up here in New England.
The verse goes like this
I stood one day by the breezy bay
watching the craft go by
When an old tar said
with the shake of his head
I Wish I could Tell a lie
Now I've Seen some sights
That would jiggle your lights
And have jiggled my own in sooth
But I'm Not worth a darn
At spinning A Yarn
That wanders away from the truth
I Was Just wondering if anyone knows who the Author is and what the rest of the poem is. Any help is greatly apreatiated
Thank you
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 09/10/2021 01:04AM by lg.