Each day he comes and sits by the dock, Old Jack.
His hair and his beard once black as the night,
now white as the waves on the shore.
His back no more as straight as a mast,
but now crooked and bent as the keel of a ship.
But each day he comes and sits by the dock, Old Jack,
he and his faithful dog Ben.
Old Ben has been is companion for many a year,
as long as anyone knows
And never a time have they been apart,
nay not even for one day alone.
They say for nigh on thirty or more years they have been at each others side,
he and Old Jack
Or say those that know him the most.
Old Ben is no bigger than two hands high,
and his coat like Jack is turning to grey
And old Ben once proud and alert
his pace beginning to slow
Alas poor Ben does not walk as fast as he used.
But twice daily he follows side by side,
as he and old Jack walk the long street from home,
They say you can set the time of the tide by when the old man appears at the dock
Just him and his faithful dog Ben.
Twice daily he comes and sits on the old bollard post,
now rusted and pitted with age.
He knocks out his pipe in the palm of his hand and nods at the fisherman as they go bye.
’Twas here where once his own boat was moored,
when he was younger of course. Aye and before him his fathers and his fathers too,
and way back to when Noah was a lad
Or so I'm told by those who know him the most,
If that is anyone really knows, Old Jack.
They say he once had a son, his name was Jack too.
Or so the old story goes.
But young Jack was lost to the perilous sea
Three score and ten years past this winter last gone.,
Aye that’s when it was.
As thunderous waves washed thier boat to the rocks
Out yon on the old jagged tooth to the South,
where many a boats lost her ground in the fog.
And the old man wept at the side of quay, shaking and moaning his loss
As they pulled only him from the jaws of old death., shivering and wet from the cold
And swearing never to go to the sea again.
not without his only loved son,
Nay never again without his son, now lost to the dark deepen depths. Poor Old Jack
And so it was as Jack mourned his loss,
the cruel fate of destiny held up her hand
And cursd him again and again. Old Jack
And that very same winter which was bitterly cold
His wife died from fever on a cold cloudless night and poor jack was left all alone,
Save for his faithful companion the dog he once saved , a long time past.
Was on a night such as this many years gone bye
When he found the old dog half drowned in the sea
And he took him home to care for his needs and swore to treat him just right, did old Jack
But life went on for Jack and his dog as life has a habit of doing
And soon as the months healed his mournful loss, they both went to sea once more
Just Ben and the old man Jack.
For the sea was his life and what else could he do he was after all a fisherman's son.
But now too old to haul the nets, he still remembers his life out at sea
And he still thinks of his son and his wife now long gone every day of his life yet to be.
So he gives thanks to the Lord that he still has Ben his trusty companion and dog.
And each day he comes down to the dock to watch the young fishermen go
And then again on the rise of the tide, glad that they are all safe home once more.
And then off he goes home with a smile on his face
His daily task done and complete.
Lighting his pipe with a shaking hand ,with his old faithful dog Ben down by his side.
Good Old Jack.