Retaliation
The mate went ashore an afternoon,
For the purpose to go to the bar
and steal the cook's girlfriend;
the cook had to work till eight
and when he finally came to the bar his girlfriend
had gone with the mate to a hotel.
How they mocked him next day, but the cook smiled
showing even, wolfish teeth not his natural once mind,
but nevertheless very white. It should
have worried the crew, it's no good to
tease a man who can spit into their soup.
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