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