Man o' mine, bravest o’ sailors,
singing sea shanties with death,
he wades through icy glaciers,
o’ the frostiest breath.
Cling to vein and steady this vessel,
doldrum this destine my love,
Jonah, thy mustn't wrestle,
with the goddess above.
If waves won't wallow in waiting,
tears will not stop the storm,
cruel sea, ever berating,
'til I'm a widow in mourn.
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