Rictus gape, sees us prickling at the nape
Stark sheer, many a man wetted britches with fear
Disembowelled, hull gave way to spirit sour
Surely dead, yet turbulent!

Torrid wet, churns a foaming dissent
Cheating fate, through the dire straight
Disembowelled, bats fuming from cavern mouth
From hell be sent, the mast it rent!

Swiftest kicks from a wicked foamy tide
No reprieve from the thrust inside
Watery beast, its harlot back we ride
A fouler one steers in from this stolid night

Fork through pitch
Fork through pitch

Shepherded into the maw, torn
Surplusage overboard
Wave a so-long to years of haul

Fork through pitch
Fork through pitch
Wanton (Madame) bitch
Fork through pitch

Drown ever so surely
To the socket of
The bare skull
Of the earth

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