Gone Fishin'

The Ballad of Resurrection Bay

'Twas a dark and rainy morning,
Eric of Higby at the wheel.
We cruised onto the Bay, determined to stay
and fish for the wedding-day meal.

The cod they were a-runnin'
the halibut wily and deep.
Porpoise jumping beside, 'twas a hell of a ride -
the fish were five hundred feet deep.

The poles they were a-bending;
We cranked the lines in tight.
Our shoulders were aching, fish there for the taking,
testing our mien and our might.

'Twas a fine Alaska morning,
light rain and a little chop.
by mid-day we'd filled, a few hours we'd killed,
so we headed on back to J Dock.

The bride stumbled into the cabin
and laid her pretty head down.
The bridesmaid she found her, put an arm around her.
The groom cried "Another round!"

The Huntress pulled into the harbor.
We'd conquered the fishies this day.
We were brave and true, the intrepid few -
To the fish! To the crew! To the Bay!