A Man of Substance
The hissing call of the ocean, the tides most mighty pull
A weaker man would yield his hide, and so the greater fool
Is for the wretched, aimless vagabonds, and the misbegotten knaves
Can cure the hopeless dreamers’ aches, as they take to the masts and sails
Would tempt the wandering gypsies and the young men from the shore
Let the drifters and the bummers keep, bless their moss-encrusted skulls
So dim the lights and lock the doors, and cast me to the seven fates!
The hissing call of the ocean, the tides most mighty pull
A weaker man would yield his hide, and so the greater fool
But I’m a man of substance, and the sea foam siren’s pleas
Means not a whit to a man like me who’s sailed the seven seas
The cry of the gull as it soars o’erhead, the captain of the wavesMeans not a whit to a man like me who’s sailed the seven seas
Is for the wretched, aimless vagabonds, and the misbegotten knaves
But I’m a man of substance, and the sea foam siren’s pleas
Means not a whit to a man like me who’s sailed the seven seas
The smell of salt in the clipper’s wake, and the lashing seaward galesMeans not a whit to a man like me who’s sailed the seven seas
Can cure the hopeless dreamers’ aches, as they take to the masts and sails
But I’m a man of substance, and the sea foam siren’s pleas
Means not a whit to a man like me who’s sailed the seven seas
The emerald isles with brown-skinned girls and exotic fruits galoreMeans not a whit to a man like me who’s sailed the seven seas
Would tempt the wandering gypsies and the young men from the shore
But I’m a man of substance, and the sea foam siren’s pleas
Means not a whit to a man like me who’s sailed the seven seas
The treasures buried in the deep, trapped in seaweed-shrouded hullsMeans not a whit to a man like me who’s sailed the seven seas
Let the drifters and the bummers keep, bless their moss-encrusted skulls
But I’m a man of substance, and the sea foam siren’s pleas
Means not a whit to a man like me who’s sailed the seven seas
A ship that’s bound for foreign shores has an open call for matesMeans not a whit to a man like me who’s sailed the seven seas
So dim the lights and lock the doors, and cast me to the seven fates!
For I’m a man of substance, and the sea foam siren’s pleas
Means all the world to a man like me who’s sailed the seven seas
Means all the world to a man like me who’s sailed the seven seas
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