| Sky is overcast
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| Old man of the sails
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| Summoning to mass
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| Terns upon the rails
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| By some mystic means
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| Of changing gulls to kings
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| Old man had a way
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| So the seagulls sang
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| Our hoard has been abducted by a common draft
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| Old craft of mine
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| And left us on a raft
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| Goodbye ye kings in the sky
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| Our stand has been abandoned by the rubes we crossed
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| Ships in the sky
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| And left us at a loss
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| Ye old craft of mine
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| Our vessel has been boarded by a common craft
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| Ships in the sky
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| And left us on a raft
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| So long ye old craft of mine
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| Our channels are abandoned and the craft is lost
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| Ships in the sky
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| Left with an Albatross
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| Cursed flock descending
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| Terns upon the rails
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| Charmed by instruments and charts
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| Compasses and scales
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| Din is overwhelming
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| Screaming mob will find
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| So as they have made us deaf
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| The old man made them blind
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| By some scheme or sorcery
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| The ship had taken flight
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| Capsized by the moon and strewn
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| Its wreckage through the night
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| See gulls all the same
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| Searching for the rails
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| Summoning in vain
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| Old man of the sails
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| Still they dive and sing
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| Of becoming kings
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| Old man now they say
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| Lives far below the waves
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| So long, ye old craft of mine
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| Good bye, ye ships in the sky |