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101. The Mariner's Revenge
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| our ships' sole survivors
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| Its ribs our ceiling beams
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| I guess we have some time to
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| You may not remember me
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| At the time you were a rake
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| the whores and hounds, oh
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| You had a charming air,
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| My widowed mother found so
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| her sheets still warm with him
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| Now filled with filth and foul
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| As time wore on you proved
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| Leaving my mother a poor
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| And then you dissapeared,
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| reclaimed our small estate
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| And my poor mother lost her
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| But before she did I took her hand
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| Tie him to a pole and break his
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| Throw him to a hole until he
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| Clawing at the ceiling of his
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| It took me fifteen years to
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| To keep their vestry nice and
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| in the employ of these holy
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| Did I ever once stir my mind
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| the prior exhanging words
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| With a penitent whaler from the
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| who matched you toe to tip
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| And in the whistle of the wind
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| Tie him to a pole and break his
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| Throw him to a hole until he
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| Clawing at the ceiling of his
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| There is one thing I must
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| Always your mother will watch
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| As you avenge this wicked
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| And then that fateful night
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| Your starboard flank a beam,
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| I was getting my muskets clean
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| when came this rumbling fro
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| the sky went black and the captain
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| the angry jaws of a giant
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| Don't know how I survived,
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| the crew all was chewed alive
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| I must have slipped between his
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| That you should survive as well as
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| It gives my heart great joy
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| to see your eyes fill with
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| I will whisper the last words you'll
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