While the thankless old mariner shivers
Michael John:
And strives to break loose from her spell.
Mercia (her voice rising to prophetic fervour):
But the child, still unborn, of my yearning,
Shall go in the van as our guide,
Captain Dan (chuckling feebly):
Down the pathway of shame to the burning,
Mercia (laughing horribly):
When Im Daniel the Mariners Bride.