A girl what's born for hangin' ain't likely to be drowned.

The pants come down. Most look shamefaced, but tha Arthur McBride is not the least bit shy about showing off his equipment, oh no, he isn't. He grins in my direction. 'Not all that impressive, boyo

The sun in on the harbor, love, And I wish I could remain, For I know it will be some long, long time, Before I see you again.

I fear that I am losing my mind. But really, it would not be such a precious thing to lose, as it only causes me pain.

It is said that boys fall in love with their eyes, because they can be initially struck to their very core by a girl's mere physical beauty, while girls tend to fall in love with their ears. The outward handsomeness of the lad notwithstanding, a girl most of all likes to hear words of love everlasting, of how he will be kind and gentle with her and protect her from harm and want to always hold her in the highest respect and esteem.

Ah Padriac. I have often wondered if boys who have flaming red hair up top also have...yep.

And if that is the Foremast, what do you think that sail might be called, Mr. Wheeler?" "The Foresail?" "Very good, Mr. Wheeler, and the next one up would be called..." ..."The Next Sail, Sir?" "Alas, no, Mr. Wheeler.