| The mariner alone survives
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| Survives in living hell
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| Each sailor there does lose their lives
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| As he rings his bell
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| There among the rotting corpses
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| He is left to play
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| The wreak of their rotting limbs
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| The stench of their decay
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| For seven days on that death ship
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| The mariner does lie
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| Haunted by the curse of
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| Each dead sailor’s eye
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| Until at last King Neptune
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| Mercy does him show
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| The albatross falls from his neck
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| At last the curse does go
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| So upon a dead man’s ship
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| The rain comes tumbling down
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| So the dead men come to life
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| And start to move around
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| These dead men do not speak
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| Each is a living corpse
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| Yet the helmsman steers his ship
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| A steady north
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| King Neptune carries this ship
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| Dead sailors all him serve
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| Now the mariner repents
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| Each action and each word
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| So homeward the mariner floats
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| On King Neptune’s sea
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| And when it is his time to die
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| King Neptune sets him free
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| Then he’ll be amongst the waves
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| A mermaid will he love
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| Each day be like a summer’s day
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| Stare at the skies above
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| So upon a dead man’s ship
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| The rain comes tumbling down |