My course.
                                                                                                          
          
O'father i promised you to hold my course.                    
Through the harsh waters  in northern  force. 
Icing deck, elmos fire, insidious leak as my faith.
O'father your poor boy working in swathe.
I hope i make you happy when i follow my star.
Your crew let me bleed from my scars.
O'father who thaught me a man's moral.
I always steer clear of the stony coral.
Your crew kicks me down for everything good.
They are just as corrupt as the boys from the hood.
O'father i did leave the crook on his glorious path.
it seems i am the only one who needs a hot bath.
Your crew has put their dirt on my humble body.
O'father who brought me a poison toddy.
When we drank in the holy galley  at noon.
Only one to blame he'll be officer soon.
Let him the lucifer ****** the maidens.
O'father i have  ursa in my bow.
The ship does turn away from plough.
The crew will mislead in our night
and spoil our fight     //j.k//