To Whom, this may concern

Thar She Blows

When The Wind’s Amiss

Let me tell you a tale

Of a full blown gale,

And two salts who were lost at sea.

An age old song

Of what can go wrong,

Chasing the sea's bounty.

If you’re bound by greed,

The weather you don't heed,

You'll be cast into the great unknown.

So mark these words

When you head towards

The stormy seas of a gale full-blown.

They left the dock

At five O'clock,

To fish for them buggers deep.

Away they showve

From the harbour's cove,

The tide was running neap

The April morn sky

The moon still high

And the wind was a little slap

On those sailors' cheeks

As the boat with leaks

Sailed into the devils trap

The sounders tapped

The riggin' slapped

The wind she picked up more

The bowsprit bowed

And on she plowed

Awash to the poop deck floor

The skipper was mean

The deckhand green

Dared not ope his yap to cry

The seas too rough

And I've had enough!

For fear of that wee Captain Bligh

No words were spoke

As the wheelhouse broke,

Those waves it cut in two

The matey prayed

The skipper brayed

While the wind she blew and blew.

The blackness howled

And the rudder fouled,

Turning' the aft and fore around.

The bell it peeled,

As the boat it heeled

From the sea's mighty pound

The rotten scow

In trouble now

As the wheel spun fro and to

The skipper swore

The mate prayed more

And fear it grew and grew

Both men quivered,

When the timbers shivered,

And the scuppers blocked with kelp.

No answer at all

On the radio call,

When the skipper screamed for help.

The boat it gasped

When it broke its mast,

And flattened the lifeboat thin.

All hope was lost,

But that's the cost

For the wages of their sin.

The glass it smashed

When the sea it crashed

Through the portholes and cabin door

The reaper was nigh

And God couldn’t pry

Twenty fingers clung to the wheelhouse floor

They held their breath

But there came death

To snatch their life blood short,

To burn in hell,

With a rotten smell,

For daring to leave the port.

The ship she sank

Every last plank

And settle to the ocean's floor

The bottom fish dined

On a fortuitous find

Of the men who're nevermore

Now the skipper's in hell

With his ship and bell

Sure to keep that inferno fired

With its rotten planks

The Devil says "Thanks

For the deal that has transpired

Now I was the mate

Of that ship of fate

My ghost is bound to this world

To find a lad

With a writing pad

So this story can be unfurled

I'll come up abeam

And tell him in a dream

So in the morn he'll get up and write

Of sailors' greed

And the devil deed

And two men who were caught in the byte

Beware you boys

Of the captain's ploys

To lure you away from a windswept shore

He's the Devil's friend

And you'll meet your end

To see your sweetheart nevermore

So if the wind’s amiss

Afore your wife's morn kiss

Run back to your bed and hide

For Satan he wants

Yes, the beast he taunts

You to take that one last ride

Bruce