Lads abroad on sinking ships
To hell and gone
They sail the day
For dusk to dawn
They slave in house
Of men who prance
In greener days
But leaner gays
Are granted place
To slay the catch
Of working days
That shifted up
From frosty rise
They then begin
To bargain off
What could have been
Such lasting meals
For shrivelled group
Their little lambs
Shall sniff about
In crowded streets
For all to last
A few more days
And these few days
For many years
Have been the days
Remaining forth
Appraisal unto them who then
Return to sea
To fish again
- Bianca Gain
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