Krewe
" Krewe "
Them they whot sail ayre apt naught
Bein' whot ayre so sailors once caught
Agin a'so 'twere had them a choice
Ne'er nay ne'er spaek so a'voice
Ship's cat twere ne'er a'so well spent
As at her ships lads naught o'moind bent
Twas not for her cap'n a'doomed she'd be
Deep down so her hulk a'bottom o'sea
Nay naught ayre some twould be o'moind
A'sayin' whot ain't whot's truest o'all
No ship whot's a'sail in any seas foine
Has krewe whot's got such unmittin' gall!
Naught be a ship whot sails her helm
Crost any sea nor through any realm
Has at her helm all thems o'her decks
Aye! fer surely she'd be soon a'wreck!
SeaWolf
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