Some damned Liner's lights go by like a long hotel; Cheered her from the Bolivar swampin' in the sea. Then a grayback cleared us out, then the skipper laughed; "Boys, the wheel has gone to Hell -- rig the winches aft! Yoke the kicking rudder-head ... From Tarnau in Galicia To Juan Bazaar she came, To eat the bread of infamy. And take the wage of shame. She held a dozen men to heel -- Rich spoil of war was hers, In hose and gown and ring and chain, From twenty mariners, ...
