The Greatest Ship to Ever Sail

The captain walked in with a stride,
"I'll have a pint of yer finest ale",
And drank it in his blinded pride.

The first mate prattling at his side,
Was faithful always without fail,
In all the greatest, highest tides.

But in the winter health was denied
The first mate's face grew very pale
And blank, his sickness blinded pride.

And in the night the first mate died,
They threw him in a mighty gale
In all the greatest, highest tides.

Without the first mate by his side,
The captain's power went up in scale,
He took in all his blinded pride.

A storm broke out with winds untried
The greatest ship to ever sail,
In all the greatest, highest tides
He sank it in his blinded pride.