now the pirates fruity rantings bought more brigands to the shore
shadows in the moon light, now two, now three, now four!
the odds keep on increasing as the rabble here assemble
you're frozen in the shadows but your knees they start to tremble!
they've spotted you, you must take flight, before they run you through
'i'll see to you another time' you shout to cap'n blue
as you leap from mossy rock to moonlit pool you seem to float
and like douglas fairbanks jnr you are soon back at your boat
the pirates try to follow, but slip on seaweed slime
they topple into puddles drunken time after drunken time
as you row out to their frigate, they are groaning on the sand
now you're cutting lose the anchor, on The Flying Ampersand
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