Once we got into the storm, danced on the Devil’s horn And the great infernal blaze ripped the depth of ocean waves We were under threatening cloud, scared by the spooky sound But before we cried or fell popped up the Ship from Hell!
Ship was steered by undeads, board was hung with talking heads Snakes were crawling on the mast, imp had fun in raven’s nest They prepared for a fight, turned the board to our side Skeletons shot their cannons, rusty case-shot hit our blazon
We survived the hellish strike but the captain lost his spike Then he shouted “Fire a volley! Save us, God, for our folly!” So we bowed our shoulders waiting for cannoneer’s orders But the drunken cannoneer snored and dreamed of pint of beer