Scow Dora's Curse
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DORA'S CURSE
by Don Johnson Queensland, Australia
What was that curse thou did rehearse, just ye and me and him?
How 40 sailors went to sea and not a one could swim.
And yet he said that they were dead, his memory of it dim.
And ye agreed as such with me, most drowned except for Jim.
A storm was blamed the hurricane, hid the evil dreadful sin.
For yet we knew just me and you, life boat's let the water in.
The owner Fred "God strike him dead". "Swore the boats as
good as new."
But ye and me and Jim could see, beams, daylight shining through.
Old Dora wallowed o'er the waves, her timbers cracked and creaked.
Her bilges full of briny swill, and the pumps they squawked
and squeaked.
The inquest said of good old Fred, that his ship was sound and true.
But ye and me and Jim agree, t'was rotten through and through.
The wind it blew and blew and blew, there came a clap like thunder.
The mast came down the helmsman drowned and the crew begin to wonder.
I tried to speak and Jim did shriek and ye was in a huddle.
We can't agree not ye and me and Jim sat in his puddle.
The sea came in where the pitch was thin,
And the planks they gaped asunder.
The Captain frowned as Dora drowned,
her worn out planks went under.
The Judge he said of good old Fred," His Captain made a blunder."
Won't hear what ye and me have said.
Why the rotten scow went under.
A bad dream I remembered and wrote down....
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