I learned from her well, my gran.
Fairies she said will come to us all
if we pause, if we wait, if we see.

She liked her whiskey, my gran.
Always leave a drop behind she said
and gold will come to thee.

I miss her so, my gran.
Take an apron and wear it well
she said as I sailed to begin.

I dream of her, my gran.
Find them now in your new world
she says with a drunken grin.