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The Ballad of the Evil Mariner. A story’s told from the days of old of a sailor’s wicked deeds. When he came ashore he would find a whore to fulfil his lusty needs. As his needs were filled the poor girl was killed so he would not have to pay. When the corpse was found he was not around ‘cause his ship had sailed away. Four months had passed, he came back at last to find another pro’. Like the times before no one cared for the whore whom he killed four months ago. With his gun on show and a knife hung low which was clipped to the side of his belt. When he had his way she would want him to pay; it would be the knife she felt. He searched away, on a hunt for his prey, his desire he had to quench. In a quayside inn, consuming gin, sat a buxom, smiling, wench. Thinking she’s the same and she’s on the game he looked at her and said. Could I be so bold to give you some gold if you’ll take me to your bed. I’ve a bed kind sir, but I would prefer to go out to the rear of the inn. Then his evil eyes checked her bust and thighs; let the lust and the killing begin. To the rear they went where she would be sent to heaven and then to hell. But she’d like to own the gun he’d shown and she liked his watch as well. He undid the clip so the knife could slip to her throat when he was through. Though before he’d kill he would need the thrill of the things which they could do. But he fell down dead with a spike in his head long before he could get his fun. The girl slipped away with his four months pay and his knife and his watch and his gun. |