The Mariner’s Revenge Song The Decemberists

[Verse 1]
We are two mariners, our ships' sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
Its ribs our ceiling beams, its guts our carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill
You may not remember me, I was a child of three
And you, a lad of eighteen
But I remember you, and I will relate to you
How our histories interweave
At the time you were a rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money on the whores and hounds
Oh-ohhhhh

[Verse 2]
You had a charming air, all cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in, her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease
As time wore on, you proved a debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother a poor consumptive wretch
Oh-ohhhhh

[Verse 3]
And then you disappeared, your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And then the magistrate reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind
Then, one day in Spring, my dear sweet mother died
But before she did, I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
Oh-ohhhhh