| High waves she cut them up in two
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| The storm’s eye we could see
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| With her tattered sails shaking in the gale
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| A terror for a sight was she
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| Cutting through the clouds the moon swept the deck
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| Her wooden bones all alight
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| With a quick glimpse, ghostly was the wreck
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| I couldn’t see a soul in sight
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| She’s like a feather in a storm
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| Blowing on the wind
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| She’s like a feather in a storm
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| When the devil threw those cold scarlet eyes
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| Two beacons bright
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| Timber cracked as she broke upon her back
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| Her wooden bones all exposed
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| Stuck there fast with a weather-beaten mast
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| A pale strong figure he arose
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| Then standing at the helm, the devil I could tell
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| His silver cloak all alight
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| With two burning eyes dancing in the sky
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| A terror on a winter’s night
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| She’s like a feather in a storm
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| Blowing on the wind
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| She’s like a feather in a storm
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| When the devil threw those cold scarlet eyes
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| Two beacons burning brightly on the tide
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| A fair warning to return another night
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| Go quickly when he’s chasing you with flames burning bright
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| She’s like a feather in a storm
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| Blowing on the wind
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| She’s like a feather in a storm
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| When the devil threw those cold scarlet eyes
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| She’s like a feather in a storm
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| Blowing on the wind
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| She’s like a feather in a storm
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| When the devil threw those cold scarlet eyes
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| Two beacons bright
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| Cold scarlet eyes
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| Two beacons bright |