Poetry

Sunday, 23 February 2025

Sea Shall I, Sea Shan't I

 shall I shan't I, Shall I shan't I

Shall I go to sea

Well a blue moon's in the 

Horizon risin

And I need a cup of tea

Shall I shan't I , Shall I, shan't I 

Shall I go to sea?

The Ghost ship's in the quarters sizing

And I can't see the Sea


The skeletons are dancing

The sails move

When nobody's there

The whole

Ship

Seems to go along

Like the Marie Celeste without a care

Shall I, shan't I

Shall I shan't I

Shall I go to sea

I wish you all the luck in the world

But I'm a landlubber, me


Shall I go to the shallows

Shall I dig the deep

If I travel to the shallows

Not soundly shall I sleep

If I travel to dark depths

The night may take my soul

Then shoulds and shants

Shalls and shoals 

Shall surely swallow me whole

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