Blacksheep//De SS be bottom hevi frum all de silva on bored an stored belo..Give yer mota full bore mi freind.
Dere on the dek, he neva sleep,
Was the enginear we kall Black sheep,
He dont eat grass, he nay get bloater,
To the North we go with his fine mota
Azure annuder poet be
He still awake at helf past three,
Stand still ye cru wile the anthum he does pla,
If silva down, he give us courage to fite anuder day
Our lady pirit Maggie be,
High in de krossnest above the sea,
On de loolout for de gold Pelican, Water and Food.
Whilst given out rum, and makin sure de pirits arn't rude.
For if they are she'll toss em rite down,
They all have to cheek their trousers arn't brown
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