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Great joy
The crew all was chewed alive
this wicked deed
But never once in the employ
We are two mariners
Our ships' sole survivors
of these holy men
in this belly of a whale
Its ribs are ceiling beams
And then that fateful night
Did I ever once
Its guts are carpeting
I guess we have
turn my mind
some time to kill
You may not remember me
I must have slipped
We had you in our sight
from the thought of revenge
I was a child of three
and you a lad
One night I overheard
of eighteen
But I remember
after twenty months at sea
the prior exchanging words
you - and I will relate to you
how our histories interweave
with a penitent
At the time you were
a rake and a roustabout
