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Be wary ye who enter here
For naught a night hath past
Since me beauty left me isle
And swam out to the next
She took me clothing and me rum
Left me bare an sober
Took me dagger and me gun
And when I thought 'twas over
That old lass returned to me
Crashing down me door
Wailing that she ain't through yet
"Ye're deserving more," she said
She took me by the collar and
Shook me till I's blue
And that's the last I heard from her
The ghost of Mary Lou
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Dead Man's Tales: Poetry of the Caribbean
FanfictionThis is a collection of poetry and short stories inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean.
