I don't think it's all my fault...It doesn't even look like she came to us courtesy of the usual press gang.
Full many a likely lad (or lass) has perished at sea... all for accepting of Her Honor's shilling.
The promise of fame for a yarn that's spun
(Yo ho-ho, me hearties)
A call, a challenge, some simple fun...
(Yo ho-ho I cry)
But the tavern's guest
When once impressed,
Cannot so easily run.
But who's to blame when the deed is done?
(Yo ho-ho, me hearties)
Those who seduce, or those who stun?
(Yo ho-ho says I)
Those whose words are blest,
And whose tales are best?
Or those who relentlessly pun?