He was a skinny old fellow
The old man from the sea
Who plied the briny Coos River
Past our cottage at Catching Lea
Folks said he’d mastered ships
Square-Riggers on the high sea
But now he master a rowboat
Past our cottage at Catching Lea
Only I seemed to notice him
The bent man he’d come to be
Who always stood while rowing
Past our cottage at Catching Lea