Sound the bell,
for the aimless lass,
prepare our gam,
this weekend at sea
While she\'s lost,
and looks for fish,
I\'ll mix the brandy,
and we\'ll meed past 3
no worry if she\'s late,
she\'ll find her way,
to join our ship,
and our bumbling banter,
she\'s a bit out there,
like hidden treasure,
she\'s my muse,
and I\'m her anchor