The Wraith of the Windward Tide
Oh the moon was pale and the sea ran black
We sighted her sails on a thunderous crack
No crew on deck no lanterns lit
Just the groan of the hull and the cold of it
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Heave ho lads and reef the jib,
This ghost ship sails on a cursed trip.
There breaks a squall beneath the crest
Heave ho my lads, the dead don’t rest
We hailed her once we hailed her twice
But silence answered cold as ice
Up from the deep came a ghostly crew
With eyes like stars and skin like dew
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They sang no song they spoke no word
The beating of oars was all we heard
And one by one our men grew pale
Drawn to the deck of that ghostly sail
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Now I’m the last and I tell this tale
Of the ship that rides on a phantom gale
If you see her rise on the windward side
Turn your helm or be swept inside
Heave ho lads and reef the jib,
This ghost ship sails on a cursed trip.
There breaks a squall beneath the crest
Heave ho my lads, the dead don’t rest
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