Rotten Town

'Twas quite
The inky black night
All the weathervanes were turning
And the constable was burning out his light
When lo
Our anchors went down
Barnacle-bound
The men were up and churning
Yes, and soon the square was burning to the ground
And oh, the flames were as gold
I scowled at the angry moon
I am sick of myself, I'm a bum
What have I become?
A drunken maroon run aground
In this rotten town
It's been
A fortnight or two
The mutineers are plotting
'Gainst the captain as I'm rotting in the goo
The constable was set to drown
While the shabby scabs who went to town
Were reconnoitering with blades and guns
But the ale, it started spilling
Yes, and soon the crew was killing everyone
And oh, the streets burned with gold
But oh, my bones were so cold
I scowled at the angry moon
I am sick of myself, I'm a bum
What have I become?
A drunken maroon run aground
In this rotten town
I stole a look down the harbor
To the tavern on the square
And heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
From some foul inebriates
Some men I used to call my mates
Were lost in song and this is what they sang
They sang
Hey hi, yo ho
O'er the Atlantic we go
Drink until we all get sick
And comin' up with limericks
But we never quite remember how they end
I can see my childhood home
I think of my dear old mum
What have I become?
I scowled at the angry moon
I am sick of myself, I'm a bum
What have I become?
A drunken maroon run aground
In this rotten town
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