The Mariner's Revenge Song

You had a charming air
Oh
Did I ever, once turn my mind
Among the urchins in the street
As you sail across the sea
The crew all was chewed alive
We had you in our sight

Tie him to a pole and break

But, before she did
And my poor mother lost her mind
Your gambling arrears
And then you disappeared
Then, one day in spring
Oh oh
In this belly of a whale

Find him, bind him
The only thing you left behind

One night I overheard
At the time you were
Always, your mother will watch over you
With a penitent whaler from the sea
Drag him to a hole until he
His fingers to splinters
Took pity and hired me
Oh oh
The angry jaws of a giant whale
Was known for wanton cruelty
It gives my heart great joy
How our histories interweave
To lean in close and I will whisper
Oh oh
After twenty months at sea
The last words you'll hear

It's guts our carpeting
I took her hand as she, dying, cried
I could almost hear
Until a priory

And then the magistrate
Don't know how I survived
That you should survive as well as me
But, never once in the employ
As you avenge this wicked deed
What divine intelligence
I must have slipped between his teeth
Your starboard flank abeam
Oh oh

My widowed mother found so sweet
But, oh! What providence
From the thought of revenge
Wakes up naked
Tie him to a pole and break
To see your eyes fill with fear
With a privateer
Of his grave
It's ribs our ceiling beams
And before us grew
When came this rumbling from beneath

The ocean shook

A debt-ridden drunken mess
As time wore on you proved
And then, that fateful night
And in the whistle of the wind
I was a child of three
But, I remember you
There is one thing I must say to you
I guess we have some time to kill
My dear sweet mother died

Wakes up naked
The sky went black and the captain quailed
All cheap and debonair
You may not remember me
I was getting my muskets clean
Her sheets still warm with him

Of these holy men

Leaving my mother
And I will relate to you

Reclaimed our small estate
Spending all your money
Clawing at the ceiling
The prior exchanging words
Clawing at the ceiling
A rake and a roustabout

And you, a lad of eighteen
Of his grave
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
A poor consumptive wretch
And so she took you in
The following day, I shipped to sea
On the whores and hounds
Find him, bind him
To swallow all my tears
The captain of his ship
Oh oh
Who matched you toe to tip
Now filled with filth and foul disease
To keep their vestry nice and neat
Oh oh

It took me fifteen years