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With His Own Hands I was just a boy about eleven years old
A small room in our house
He sat shaping a mold
What's that I asked him so curiously bent
That's the hull of my new boat building her's my intent
What's wrong with our present I suddenly asked
She is old times are changing her time it has passed
With this new boat comes chances more time on the sea
More trips to the islands for ... click to read moreI was just a boy about eleven years old
A small room in our house
He sat shaping a mold
What's that I asked him so curiously bent
That's the hull of my new boat building her's my intent
What's wrong with our present I suddenly asked
She is old times are changing her time it has passed
With this new boat comes chances more time on the sea
More trips to the islands for our family
I nodded acceptance kept watching him sand
Shaping this scale model to a hull he had planned
Will it become a reality I asked myself
From this half a boat that he laid on the shelf
That fall I had chased him in the woods up the cove
Crooked sticks we were cutting in a hill at new grove
Timbers he called them a stem and stern post
With questions and answers I was surely engrossed
The keel came from Clarenville frames sawed from his mill
He pieced her together with superior skill
She looked like a skeleton sitting up on those blocks
Not knowing in months she'd be tied to the dock
He planked and then corked her with help from old friends
The skill of their fathers passed on to these men
With an 85 Perkins on a bedding did sit
Shimmed and aligned till her shaft he did fit
The months they did pass and this boat now complete
Awaiting high tide for her launch, sea to greet
The name MISS IRENE was placed on her bow
This dream turned to pride was in his eyes now
That model he showed me and held in his hand
Became a reality steaming away from the land
Now thirty years later as he heads out the bay
A smile still on his face when he rounds the fairway
Spencers Cove bound behind her wheel he does stand
In this boat that I watched him build with
His Own Hands
