In the time before I, lived a sailor all knew.
They called him the Man of the Mersey.
A creature made of Liverpudlian design,
Born to a Mother and a Man gone adrift.
He sailed the seas, from this quaint little town
And he drank loads of rum on his boat.
He travelled the world, brought his home where he went
Bringing Liverpool to all that he met.
The man was unkempt, with a grey bushy beard
And a smell of old vomit and fine wine.
His stained yellow jumper, and his big blue coat,
Made him a legend to all.
He was loved by the people, worshipped by all
A hero to those that he knew.
But all that would end, one faithful day,
Seemingly our hero would fall.
His body was lost to the sea which he loved
As he sailed to catch fish, for the poor children he knew.
As the ship was found empty, and the people stood
All nod in respect to the Man of the Mersey
‘The Man of the Mersey was a man amongst men’
All would say in respect, as they bowed their heads
The children would cry, their Mothers would sigh.
And the men would drink in his honour.
As the city evolved, and his friends went and died
The city forgot of this man.
The town the man lived in dissolved into past,
And the memory of him fades.
Rancid slums all pulled down and gone
Replaced with the shops and the bars,
High rise flats adorn the new city.
Liverpool has come so far.
We know not his name,
The Man lost in time
He is dead
Fed to sharks and the sea and the squids
Though the Man of the Mersey’s spirit remains
In his city that he was born he remains.
A ghost of a past that is forgotten to most,
I salute you, the Man of the Mersey.