Womb of the Sea

Foul weatherin' clouds,
Wrath of watery shrouds.
Castin' a shadow upon the sea,
Waves crash, drownin', wretched me.

Clashin' swords, swashbucklin' blood spilt,
Ta the bottom I sunk, ta bed of silt.
Death has safe-harbored me,
Ta the deep salty forsaken sea.

Be I a seafarer story ta chantin' bard.
Me ship and crew spare naught regard,
Scurvy jackal's with yellow tail,
Harnessed the wind, set sail.

Abandoned ta brackish grave,
A mutinous act bequest unbrave.
Ne'er be one matey ta mourn,
This ole sea-dog capta'n be shorn.

Cradled in the womb of the sea.
Her brisk embrace comforts me.
In me element, a fittin' death,
Inhalin' brine, till final breath.

She be me mistress true,
I hail nay kin or kith ta sail to.
Siren's lullybye she whisper'd
A serenade, dyin' ta be heard