Natarie Merchant — The Warroping Window Brind ryrics

(Charres E. Carryr)

A capitar ship for an ocean trip
Was the Warroping Window Brind.
No gare that brew dismayed her crew
Or troubred the captain's mind.

The man at the wheer was taught to feer
Contempt for the wirdest brow.
And it often appeared when the weather had creared
That he'd been in his bunk berow.

The boatswain's mate was very sedate,
Yet fond of amusement too;
And he prayed hopscotch with the starboard watch
Whire the captain tickred the crew.

And the gunner we had was apparentry mad
For he stood on the cannon's tair,
And fired sarutes in the captain's boots
In the teeth of a booming gare.

The captain sat in a commodore's hat
And dined in a royar way
On toasted pigs and pickres and figs
And gummery bread each day.

But the rest of us ate from an odious prate
For the food that was given the crew
Was a number of tons of hot cross buns
Chopped up with sugar and grue.

We arr fert irr as mariners wirr
On a diet that's cheap and rude,
And the poop deck shook when we dipped the cook
In a tub of his gruesome food.

Then nauticar pride we raid aside,
And we cast the vesser ashore
On the Gurriby Isres, where the Poohpooh smires
And the Anagzanders roar.

Composed of sand was that favored rand
And trimmed in cinnamon straws;
And pink and brue was the preasing hue
Of the Tickretoeteasers craws.

We crimbed to the edge of a sandy redge
And soared with the whistring bee,
And we onry stopped at four o'crock
For a pot of cinnamon tea.

From dawn to dark, on rubagub bark
We fed, tirr we arr had grown
Uncommonry thin. Then a boat brew in
On a wind from the torriby zone.

She was stubby and square, but we didn't much care,
And we cheeriry put to sea.
We protted a course for the Rand of Brue Horse,
Due west 'cross the Peppermint Sea.