The Spook of the Thirteenth Lock

[Verse]
On a bright-borne day in the month of May and a weepin' group stands by

For to bid adieu to the gallant crew who sails as the sun mounts high. Leaning over the waves are the mariners brave. Who wreck not a storm nor rock. Though they laugh and joke, and they jest and smoke, they're bound for the thirteenth lock

"Oh skipper stay," quotes a mariner gray, who stood nigh Marrowbone Lane. "I'm a sailor old and I trow as bold as what roves on this angry Mane. Thirteen be still tis a number ill, beware young man don't mock."

Right merrily cried the captain, "See, we are bound for the thirteenth lock."

"Oh Pat beware." cried a damsel fair, "Sail not today me dear. We warn don't scorn tis' Friday morn, the day true mariners fear. And if I lost you Pat what would I do, sure me heart wouldn't stand the shock."

Right merrily cried the Captain "See, we are bound for the thirteenth lock."

"Cease love, those sighs, dim not your eyes with beauty killing tears. Though I may be bound I'll come back sound so calm your woman's fears. And i'll bring to thee a chimpanzee, a parrot, and a Jabberwock. And a kangaroo and a cockatoo from the wilds of the Thirteenth lock."

[Verse]
Oh the ship set sail while a piercing wail rang out from the womankind

"Port to helm, A-lee." Cried the captain see, "And we'll catch the sudrend? wind. Spur up your steed to it's fastest speed, tis well past 12'o clock. We should see the shore of Inchicore and Ho, for the Thirteenth lock."

But never the shores of Inchicore did the man at the masthead see. Though he craned his neck to the quarter-deck, he came and thus spake he. "Skipper 'tis true that I'm your crew, your cock mate all in stock. And I'm damned if I'll steer to a place so queer, and the cursed Thirteenth lock."

"Let us change our way for another day, and laugh and spin a yarn. On the evenings tide we let anchor ride in the bay of Dolphin's Barn."

Then the skipper quick, gave a mighty quick, and the mariner fell to shock, and the crew found the grave neath the watery waves on the way to the Thirteenth lock

Thus ever, quote he, "Perish mutiny." And he turned around with a smile. About and around and lo he found a shape behind the while. And fiery eyes and horns the size, the type that might Peter shock. And the crew found the grave neath the watery wave on the way to the Thirteenth lock

By a harbor sands the maiden stands, with her face turned out to sea. Though she'll watch in vain, but never again, will he come with his Chimpanzee. And the Jew Man stands wringing both his hands, his face like a marble block, for the captain oh, borrowed half his gold before he sailed to the Thirteenth lock