No new schemes on the horizon’s plane
Holding down mutiny with some in chains
The stars can’t lie but for the cloud’s shadow
Two fortnights gone past with no place to paddle
Seas getting angry with two men overboard
When the seas were calm I offered a reward
The first bird seen or land on the horizon
Wins two gold crowns with two grog rations
The third fortnight we heard the screech of a gull
The first mate first found and pointed aft on the hull
Spirits are high blue is forever the sea and the sky
Isabella was happy over the booty and supplies
© 2013 Michael Yost 04/16
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