Mary Rose

I sat in silence by the silver stream
Boxed up hard-hitters and the stuff of dreams
I applied the softest shovels to the hardest seams

I sat in silence by the silver stream
Boxed up hard-hitters and the stuff of dreams
I applied the softest shovels to the toughest seams
So it seemed I had reached round in the ditch
And I had raised the Mary Rose

The only voyage that the white man knows
Pigs and gold ducats and old to and fros
A black bull stomped the hull led by a ring thru its nose
And they drowned in ignominy, and they lost their Mary Rose

Time-proven artists mind a stone-cold clutch
Nice demo stages but they lost it in the rushes
The price of their quaint noise is just not saying much
The pipe is clogging and her dreams are old
She feels an itch in her blue marigolds
She hits a ridge and her commitment folds
The lasso holds
If she fished down in the drain
Could she winch a Mary Rose?



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Writer(s): Daniel Haywood
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