I doubt that it could withstand a storm It was just a summer cruise, For a raggedy band of tourists who Had nothing much to lose, The fares were cheap and the cabins bare So I utilised the bar, While the wife would wander off and say, ‘I'll know just where you are! ' I got in some serious drinking There was nothing else to do, While Helen came back with every name Of the stewards, and the crew, For Helen's a social butterfly And she loves to gad about, I've never been much of a talker So I tend to shut her out.

He must have been once a seaman In a time quite long ago, He still had his steady seaman's legs On the ‘Michaelangelo', A crusty and time-worn cruise ship That had seen much better days, Pottering round the islands through The softly lapping waves.

He wandered along the decks by night, Stood at the rails by day, Kept to himself from what I saw And didn't have much to say, He wore a yellow sou'wester when The weather came in cold, And a battered and worn old Navy cap With the legend ‘Merchant Gold'.

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