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Shiver me timbers the old pirate did yell
This boat slaps hard up and then down to hell
Let the winds drive us, beneath this sinking shell
It was the cry Mother uttered on her deathbed as well.
This boats goin’ down she all but cried out to those
Who stood over her trying to ward off the blows
“Run, get out and away, don’t try to stop the last throes,”
I’ll hold back the waters rushing in, “See how it grows!”
The little women who had been praying, calling out, “Jesus.”
Were so mesmerized and jumped up to run, tried to please us.
In the face of impending danger these were gone, made no fuss
Mother chuckled, “Remains only, you, me, timbers and rust.”
This is a true story I must tell you,
Well then, I can’t even be blue
Mother like a pirate foiled the crew
Changed sorrow into laughter for a few.
This boat slaps hard up and then down to hell
Let the winds drive us, beneath this sinking shell
It was the cry Mother uttered on her deathbed as well.
This boats goin’ down she all but cried out to those
Who stood over her trying to ward off the blows
“Run, get out and away, don’t try to stop the last throes,”
I’ll hold back the waters rushing in, “See how it grows!”
The little women who had been praying, calling out, “Jesus.”
Were so mesmerized and jumped up to run, tried to please us.
In the face of impending danger these were gone, made no fuss
Mother chuckled, “Remains only, you, me, timbers and rust.”
This is a true story I must tell you,
Well then, I can’t even be blue
Mother like a pirate foiled the crew
Changed sorrow into laughter for a few.