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