The Ill Spawn of Jonah

I never killed no whores Ya land lubbers, table rappers Unburden yourselves tonight And speak through the teeth that gnaw through the fact that you've died I was robbed of trial Spats and fries, right and proper The phantom gradually ebbs Fashion yourself anew Dreadful apparition tell us more March of the 18th day Lads a fencing, the kettles brew Up from the stygian fathoms Godless horror, leave it be She ain't no pearl boys, desolation times four A crew of sea hardened men deprived of loving arms My apprehension was accurate I cried avast Thirty six pile in the after house She had worked her curse Hectocotylus, caudal, operculum, viscous cullod Unscathed and decisive She fled to the starboard To the puritan city she swam Burned, god save 'em Barred from heaven and the fires of hell Bound to wander the earth, till she's bereft of life It's doom, I tell ye She wears a fishbone crown