when I first met you, climbed on deck,
I basked in your copper cannonades' exquisiteness,
reflective surrounding in their effect,

and in their radiance, your charge I bore,
from cragged coast to placid shore,
believing as a mast, I would stand for you, evermore,

until you bore your guns, so discreetly,
issuing firing orders, so succinctly,
who knew that you could fire volleys so sweetly?

for safer seas now I am streaming,
slowly sinking from the beautiful gashes you have been reaving,
all the while dreaming of the volleys' sweet screaming,

So even the masts of great ships buckle and crack,
and tumble over into the squall so black,
still I long for one more bevy,
to feel the love of your sweet attack.