"buzzards of Barnegat"
Oh those buzzards flew from Barnegat,
In search of easy prey.
As sailors donned dark woolen hats,
On frozen winter's day.
Saints cared not for whom they prayed,
For none a'shore had stayed.
Maidens wailed through that gale,
No lovers left to save.
Stout their ship as so could be,
In search of depth of sea.
Bowsprit down into wave,
No time then left to save.
O'them who sailed from Barnegat,
In search of easy prey.
None then knew from whence she flew,
That storm of winter's day.
While wind so chose to hide from all,
In her misty cold dark cave.
That silent deep a secret keep,
'Til maidens cease to weep.
SeaWolf
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