Beneath the ocean's fall and lift
the mermaids find their tangly beds
where arrow shadowed guardians drift
above their glorious maiden heads.
Their thin arms tremble as they rest.
Sea quavers touch their golden hair,
discovering such pretty breasts
would bring the Navy to despair.
Like pirate guineas on the sand
dark rondles grace their lambent skin
and proud their coral nipples stand
carressed by flick'ring tail and fin
and pearls, the finest ever grown,
adorn their graceful waists where starts
the shimm'ring wonder of their own
peculiarly fishy parts.
Look once, look twice, but not again
on these false nymphs who smile in sleep,
for they have sung a world of men
to food for fishes in the deep.