The Light in the Weed (Mary Madison) - AHAB

Seven years beset with dread

Seven years white death envisioned

Seven years of doubt well-fed

The desolation of the weed continent

And the cemetary of seas

Her volition turned all somnolent

Longing for an ease

There stood Mary Madison

Firmly the ladle she gripped

And out of some old bucket

Good ol' rum she dipped

Howbeit we won the day

The captain’s wife was lost

Mary wallows in dismay

Pities (her demise) with disgust

So brace yourselves, ye seamen brave

Behold a bright light burning

Whenever be the seas so grave —

For man and maid the tide is turning