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