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appears at hatchway.)

Dick.
Forbear, nor carry out the scheme you've planned;
She is a lady — you a foremast hand!
Remember, she's your gallant captain's

to a poor chap like you.
Will she, lads?

All.
No, no.

Dick.
No, no, captains' daughters don't marry foremast hands.

All. (recoiling from him)
Shame! shame!

Our gallant ship the Amphitrite, she lay in Plymouth Sound
Blue Peter at the fore-mast head for she was outward bound
We were waiting there for

Let's make the best of this, she said
As the ships were sinking fast
He said, I'll show you my foremast and introduce it to your poop deck

Then they

go

He struck the top-mast with his hand
The fore-mast with his knee
And he broke that gallant ship in twain
And sank her in the sea

wife, no kids, no place to live
Crewing ships is my game
They signed me on the foremast watch
We left on the rising tide
With a Nor’East wind behind us

of the bra was larger than the other

Ran it up the mizzenmast
And tied the ropes off
Looked to the foremast like
What the fuck is going on

I could hardly

and into the rolling horizon
Lost to the world and to God
And driving through storms without ceasing
Foremast astride
Drawing The Serpent that surfaced

cloud hatch as our foremast crack
Headed for Gehenna past a cold black bath
No cartograms just down the hatch
Lavish collapse with enshrouding bats

the boat if the foremast looks intact
Crew staring blindly
Empty horizon
They long for shore
Destined for the depths below

the captain and the crew now
didn't have a head

the flames they were licking
the foremast and the bow
high on the bridge now
stood that shiny bell

mary had