| explore the shipreplace the cook: let no one leave alive! Across the straitsaround the horn: how far can sailors fly? A twisted pathour tortured courseand no one left alive We sailed for parts unknown to manwhere ships come home to die No lofty peaknor fortress boldcould match our captain s eye Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call A sand so whiteand sea so blueno mortal place at all We fired the gunand burnt the mastand rowed from ship to shore The captain criedwe sailors wept: our tears were tears of joy Now many moons and many junes have passed since we made land A salty dogthis seaman s log: your witness my own hand |
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