The Borneo Fogcutter
As the Borneo Fogcutter sliced through the soup
On the voyage to old Mandalay,
The fog was so thick, everyone would avow,
The captain could see neither stern nor the prow.
It probably wouldn't have helped anyhow,
He was guzzling his grog all the way.
With but shoals to the starboard and rocks to the port,
While the Fogcutter ploughed through the foam,
And Captain McGinty three sheets to the wind,
The crew all repenting the sins they had sinned.
But still he steered on, unabashed, not chagrined,
Through the dusk and the gathering gloam.
There are angels, they say, to keep children from harm,
And hear prisoner's most tormented pleas.
While foam from the breakers that crashed on the rocks,
Encrusted the lanyards and tackle and blocks,
The Angel of Drunks took McGinty in stock,
And steered him to wide open seas!
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