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 lassies, 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