The Loneliest Sailor

I was the night-watchman scanning the sky
 The loneliest sailor, was I
 Stormy, the weather
 And misty, my eye
 The loneliest sailor alive
 By night I must talk to my spyglass alone
 And by day I must sleep while they're sharing the rum
 One night I harkoned an unearthly cry
 A voice like an angel up high
 She sang to me, "Who art thou, scanning the sky?"
 "The loneliest sailor," said I
 Then over the bow-spread and onto the deck
 The loveliest creature my days ever met
 Her hair: black as coral; her features so fine
 Her movements were graceful as well
 Her voluptuous body a contrast to mine
 Especially her glistening tail
 She whispered of watching me under the moonlight
 With tears rolling down my nose night after night
 I begged her to spare me her sorrowful cry
 A sailor as lonely as I
 She drew herself closer, and to my surprise
 Her eyes were as lonely as mine
 By day now I sleep and that suits me just fine
 By night I'm the luckiest sailor alive