The Captain's forewith Aand a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor
etched into the upper.
Slams his fucken tinOur Captain, takes time to crush
Some Bloowith a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush
Thumbing a scrap book stuck up with clag
and a morbid lump of Love in his flag.
Done is the Missing, now all that remain
Is to sail forever, upon the stain
Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever! The captain's freewhich he fashions his beard'n'he rations his jerkey!
and carves his peg onto the finest mahagony!
Or was it Ebony? etc. Tallys up his loneliness, notch by notch
For the sea offers nuthin to hold or touch
Notch by notch, winter by winter
Notch x notch, winter x winter Now his leg is whittled, right down to a splinter
O o Cabin Fever! O o o Cabin Fever!
O the rollin sea still rollin on!
She's everywhere! now that she's gone! Gone! Gone!
O Cabin Fever! O Cabin Fever! Welcome to his table, BelovedRaisin her host of hair from her crooks
and strugglin to summony one of her looks!
His arm now like coild sWhips all the bottles that he's drunken,
like crystalof a ship they'd bin sailing Five years sunken. etc.
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