In the cove where sea lions do dwell
there be Saline Sams thirty gunner
most of his jolly tars are in bars
So by the moonlit night to guide us
up by his hind we crawl
we mean to take out her masts
and give her fifteen shots broadside
As we finish with his ship
my boys move to port
and with cannons blazing
we blow to smithereens the inn
Then by dockside we alight
and with glee carry on the fight
we slice and dice till non are left
not Saline Sam, or his salty sea dogs
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
In the cove where sea lions do dwell
there be Saline Sams thirty gunner
most of his jolly tars are in bars
So by the moonlit night to guide us
up by his hind we crawl
we mean to take out her masts
and give her fifteen shots broadside
As we finish with his ship
my boys move to port
and with cannons blazing
we blow to smithereens the inn
Then by dockside we alight
and with glee carry on the fight
we slice and dice till non are left
not Saline Sam, or his salty sea dogs
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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