My View of Life on the Dock
James Merry was a fisher man back in days of yore
But he left the blue in ninety-two for the trade of matador
So he got a bull and he raised it up full
And he learned the corrida lore
Then he died like a toad on the Dogtown Road
Bleeding from a stomach gore
-by Shep Abbott
The record shows that eleven years ago today the first Talk Like a Pirate Day occurred.
And it was 121 years ago today in 1892, on the front page of the Gloucester Daily Times, the North Shore paper of record, reported that the last words of James Merry when he be gored by a bull in Dogtown the day before were, “Arrgh!” and “Arrrgh?”
Coincidence? Or did the madness begin in the Curtis pasture with Patrick Nugent’s bull on yonder drumlin in 1892?
Good Morning Gloucester 