no time like the right time (cont.)

A fight's a fight, as fights go,
Plans go as well as planned,
At night the light's too low to show
The water from the land.

There was a merchant clipper
With cotton, rum and clocks.
And though no wave could tip her,
She crashed upon the rocks.

The captain's blind in his one eye,
The first mate's blind in two,
The navigator's deaf and dumb,
These three are the whole crew.
They cannot swim, they're always drunk,
They only bathe in June.
They all refuse to leave their bunks
Until the afternoon.

The navigator was in charge
Of handling the goods,
But, though the crates were never large,
He never really could.
He brought aboard a load they'd bought
And handled without care.
He put the cotton on his cot
And forgot it was there.

The captain was a clumsy bum
And greedy as a snake.
Drank ev'ry last bottle of rum
He managed not to break.

The clock alarms rang through the air
And could've woke the dead.
The first mate smashed them past repair
And then repaired to bed.

There was a merchant clipper
With cotton, rum and clocks.
And though no wave could tip her,
She crashed upon the rocks.