From the skipper of whom I’ve sung;
Oh, wasn’t he cross about his loss—
And had’nt he got a tongue!
Alone, alone: all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea,
For they set me afloat in a little boat,
With no one for company.
The ghost of the ape appeared in the stern,
And uttered a ghostly chitter,
It fixed on me its stony eyes