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I sailed my ship for many a day
Across the stormy sea;
Many a ruffian I have carried
'And never refused but three.
They met me on a summer day,
And saw my gallant ship,
And sought a passage to the other side
Upon a hurried trip.
They offered all the dough they had,
Mixed with a\little sass;
That made me kinda hesitate,
And ask them for a pass,
They deemed a pass unnecessary
For men of their degree,
And insisted that I take my ship
And sail it out to sea.
An old man who was standing by,
And noted what they said,
Saw them kick me in the ribs
And strike me on the head,
He heard them say they'd steal a boat,
And put it out to sea,
And sail away to the other side
To some strange countr'ee.
But, no! the coward of the bunch—
The one you'd think was brave—
Suggested that they turn again
And hide in a mountain cave.
And as the day went slowly by,
I heard the truth in time;
I found that they were murderers,
And guilty of a crime.
So as I sail my sturdy ship,
Until my life has ceased;
I know not whom my friends may be
Unless they've traveled East.
Cory Sigler
created this social network on Ning.
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