(after I. D du Plessis)
Every seven years when a wild storm do rage,
when the age old ship do around the Cape its passage wage
a skeleton at the wheel do stare
not being able a escape to dare
where with a horrid gesture he curses God age after age
but those that do defy and challenge Him do sail along,
do to this legend of the Southern-Sea belong
and never do this voyage end or anything the ship ravage
when the age old ship do around the Cape its passage wage
[Reference:"Die Vlieënde Hollander" (The Flying Dutchman)by I. D du Plessis.]
© Gert Strydom
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