• oh what time is brought thee
    on this plutonian sea
    as thy waves crash and churn
    i know what i have learned
    as thy wind never arrest
    wore on my maiden's breast
    as thy night turn about
    my maiden was tall and stout
    then there came gust
    and fighting it was a bust
    as i swore it was my last
    soon the beast had past
    as i climb up on her mast
    i found out we were free at last