I saw a man…


Oh, I saw a man so frail and so weak!
with bony hands so pale without meat.
For water he drank gin.
'till like a waterfall it flowed from his chin.
For food he ate but a morsel of bread,
I thought it strange how the man was not dead.
When I asked him his name, he gave me a look.
He began to tell an ol' mariner's tale like it came from a book.
Oh, I saw a man so frail and so weak!
with bony hands so pale without meat.
When I gazed his way,
he started to say,
"What, have you ne'er seen an old pirate before!"
He told me of times before the war.
A time far sunk in the depths of time,
Kept alive by the revelations of an ol' mariner's rhyme.
I pondered on his mysterious words of wonder.
His voice boomed like rolling thunder.
Oh, I saw a man so frail and so weak!
with bony hands so pale, without meat.
He grasped at his ol' sea captains coat.
He retrieved an old relic wrapped in a note.
The old man sternly looked me in the eye,
and told me to take this before he die.
and in a low whisper, his breath heavy with ale,
"Remember my boy, the ol' mariners tale."
Oh, I saw a man so frail and weak!
With bony hands so pale, without meat.
And as the old man stumbled away,
I heard him holler and say,
"until we meet again, farewell my boy!"

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