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It was just
a ship upon the sea,
Now what did that have to do with me?
A ship with a hundred souls on board,
A ship brought down by a mangy hoard.
The year
was 1858,
When it was attacked going through a strait,
With rocks on both sides; no way to escape,
In that fateful year, 1858.
On
it’s maiden voyage, new worlds to explore,
With husbands and wives and children aboard,
It was bound for New York, the American Dream,
It drifted off-course, no more to be seen.
It was
just a ship upon the sea,
Now what did that have to do with me?
A ship with a hundred souls on board,
A ship gone down, all killed by the sword.
The
Pirate appeared from out of nowhere,
He boarded the ship and started to swear,
“Ye dastardly devils, this ship is mine,
Now bring me some food and a bottle of
wine.”
His
shipmates boarded and looted the rest,
Stealing gold and silver for their treasure
chest,
And taking the women while men walked the plank,
Then killing the Captain, a man of great
rank.
The ship
was scuttled and broken apart,
The pirates were ruthless; no conscience or
heart,
And all those on board finally knew what it
meant,
To the depths of the ocean the ship was
sent.
It was
just a ship upon the sea,
Now what did that have to do with me?
As the spirits of victims cried out to be free,
Cursed the Pirate that killed them;......that Pirate
was me.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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