As time wore on you proved a debt-ridden drunken mess

And left my Mother a poor consumptive wretch.

And then you disappeard,
Your gambling arrears,
The only thing you left behind,

And then the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate
And my poor Mother lost her mind

Sea-shanty-tastic

Posted By: Arizona Bay, Feb 27, 11:18:28

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