Anna Maria The Dreadnoughts

Well the waves were breaking sharply
‘cross the oaken brigantine
While the misty air came up behind
And the sky was acid green

Well they called me Jean Lagasse
I had just turned fifty three
On the day I stood upon her deck
And put her out to sea

Sweet Anna Maria
Never More, Never more I'll see

When the thunder ripped across the bow
Well I crumbled where I stood
And I woke to find she'd kept me alive
With her final piece of wood

Don't speak to me in a fancy language
I can't understand
Don't flash your pretty medals
Don't you take my blood red hand

Just tell me how you let us stray
Before the pirate's gun
And tell me how I can find the man
Who killed my dearest one