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Nailed to the mast

On the good ship sinking fast

A single sculled ensign

And that relic father time

She sailed the seven seas

And pissed in each one of these

On each and mass

She did espy

The same rag was seen to fly

The bones crossed

And the fragile live did pread

For sense and sensibility

For who shall inherit me

Custodians of the unique

Are you meek