The morning we came to shore
I noticed you needed a snore
Aye, the rocking voyage
Our limbs fastened 'neath the tunnage
Stow-aways, legs and arms a-curl
Our union tested in the Maritime swirl
Honey, what was that? Your color has gone purple!
Baby--don't go! God help this poor cripple!
Wait, I see, coming out of the trees
I see someone! (grunt)-Can't even get on my knees!
Oh, to renew your heart and my legs!
Our riches may as well be rags.
Darling you're so still.
Your chest barely heaves.
That man, he's coming towards us now.
"Oh, please, help us, please!
I've stolen all the kings gold, and rubies off the monuments.
My wife has freed all his parakeets, and all his personal elephants.
There's a bounty on our heads, and I'll give you all we've stolen
If you only save my wife I'll deliver you my last token!"
He can't hear me, this coastal wind how it moans
Or is that you, my dear? Though look here! The man carries no mere stones,
A hatchet, a radio, and a wheel of cheese, which will he employ?
I hope the hatchet's for the cheese, and the radio for songs of joy!
Dear, are you still there?
Dear?
Oh, dear...
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