Barely past dawn on that wine-dark sea, I heard the sea shanty of distant sailors, on a ship I could not see…

“Shiver me timbers this sea breeze so cold!”
On, on, pull the line on
“Will I see a rich port before I get old?”
Give me a hand, and pull the line on

“O stop with your whining,” the first mate did say.
On, on, pull the line on
“You woke up this morning to face a new day!”
Give me a hand, and pull the line on

“But what is a day when you're far out at sea?”
On, on, pull the line on
“The wet decks on shipboard are no place for me!”
Give me a hand and pull the line on…

As the sun drew higher and higher, the shanty grew fainter and fainter. Finally, I heard it no more.

And I never saw the ship upon which those sailors sang…

fog

an unseen bell

clangs away

Sea shanty rhythm and repetition based on Blow the Man Down

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