Wind and waves which sang, before,
and drove our ship to foreign shores,
have tossed our stern, aft, to and fro
as tangled riggings dive below.
O’ come along , a siren’s song
beckoned on the rocks, in throngs
of mangled marble, granite teeth,
to tear our hull, sheaf from sheaf .
“Mercy, Lord!” our voices go’ed
within the eddy’s tidal flow
of lashing swells, a-hurricane—
ah, Whydah Gally, was her name.
Through snapping mast and creaking groan,
the laden belly found its home
in sandy shoals, a-capsized, south ;
golden coins in fishes’ mouths.
And now we sigh, pirate’s lament,
for in the storm our souls have rent
and tore our lives each way, asunder;
scattere’d us among our plunder.
Ahoy and ‘ho, in Providence’s ways—
‘Whydo, ‘Whydo’s lives, we gave.
(True story of the pirate ship Whydah , which sank in a hurricane in 1717 off the coast of Wellfleet MA) https://www.discoverpirates.com/