there are no monsters now beyond the line
ships are not eaten by some great sea-beast
what they hit unexpected is a mine
the arbour we know is but a single vine
the drink that greets the sailors at the feast
there are no monsters now beyond the line
we see them loading the large tuns of wine
enough to keep them working at the least
what they hit unexpected is a mine
the boats that we see made of oak or pine
will carry on them treasures of the east
there are no monsters now beyond the line
the ones who breach the law will pay a fine
those who do not are exempt or deceased
what they hit unexpected is a mine
we hear the largest vessels creak and whine
the captain now believes he is a priest
there are no monsters now beyond the line
what they hit unexpected is a mine
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