At sea the romance wears off soon enough
With work and a first mate hungover and gruff -
Daily life on a rusty freighter underway
Forecastle to galley aft is no sashay!
Tell those lads who gaze with such longing
At rowdies three sheets to the wind brawling,
Barfing and getting busted by a burly sheriff
Who proves that drunken salts ain't so tough!
Beans and baloney behind bars at the County
Make a deckhand look gratefully at the bounty
That life aboard rust buskets like the old 'Delarue'
May not be swell, but it sure beats jail beau-coup!
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