Time, time, time flows like a river
From the source down to the sea.
But you, you, you, you are a mirror
For the storms that sunder us beached.
First Officer! Call for the captain!
Red sails doth fly!
Where lies paradise
If world’s end bears down?
None, none, none thought that forever,
Was a song that sea-farers sung.
But the rum, rum, rum has poisoned their chorus.
And the lungs are black with the dust.
Oh Sailor John! The peril is growing,
Some plague sleeps below.
North Star! Lead us home,
‘Fore DEATH plays her hand.
Oh Carpenter, the stench from the cabin,
Long meat there hangs.
Dream, dream of Crystal shores,
To wash these sins away.
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