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“Oh, what a night!”

“Oh, what a night!”

There’s, a, seagull on me head,

and a pasty in me bed,

and I can’t remember what I did,

or said, last night –

and nothing seems to be, quite right.

There’s an anchor on the wall,

and a lobster in the hall,

and I can’t remember where I was,

or who with, last night –

and nothing seems to be, quite right.

I’ve a lifeboat in me drive,

and me oilskins number five,

and I can’t remember how I got them;

it must have been a night, last night –

and nothing seems to be, quite right.

The boat upon my lawn,

seems lonely and forlorn,

and I can’t remember if it’s mine,

it seems to have a Falmouth number

It must have been such a night, last night –

and nothing seems to be,

in any way,

quite right.

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The Ghost Ship

The Ghost Ship

The Seagulls cry,

‘There’s trouble at sea!’

and then they try,

‘There’s trouble at mill!’

and, still there is no response

from the empty boat;

that leaks not a bit,

so that it

is still afloat

after all these years;

its sailed upon every ocean

and many a turgid sea;

with no pause at a harbour

a lone ghost-ship is she.