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The captains like bunched-up rope
With A-N-I-T-A free on a skull 'n dagger
And a portrait of Christ, to an anchor
Etched into his

O, O, O fever!
O, O, O fever!

Slams his fucken down
Our captain, takes to crush
Some bloo-bottles in his gruel
a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush

Thumbing a stuck up with clag
And a lump of love in his flags
Done is the missing, now all remains
Is to forever, upon the stain

fever!
O, O, O fever!

The captains is a cleaver
he fashions his beard, and he rations his jerkey
And carves his peg the finest mahagony
Or was it Etc.

up his loneliness, notch by notch
For the sea nuthin' to hold or touch
Notch by notch, by winter
Notch X notch, X winter
Now his leg is whittled, right to a splinter

O, O, fever!
O, O, O, fever!
O, the rollin', sea still on
She's now that
gone, gone, gone

O fever!
O fever!

Welcome to his table,
her host of hair from her crooks
And strugglin' to one of her looks
His arm now coiled s-s-snakes

Whips all the bottles that he's
Like crystal, about the cabin
Of a ship they'd been
Five sunken, etc.