The Light in the Weed (Mary Madison)
      
   (It's been) seven years she'd been imprisoned 
 Seven years beset with dread 
 Seven years white death envisioned 
 Seven years of doubt well-fed 
    The desolation of the weed continent 
 And the cemetary of seas 
 Her volition turned all somnolent 
 Longing for an ease   
 There stood Mary Madison 
 Firmly the ladle she gripped 
 And out of some old bucket 
 Good ol' rum she dipped   
 Howbeit we won the day 
 The captain's wife was lost 
 Mary wallows in dismay 
 Pities (her demise) with disgust   
 So brace yourselves, ye seamen brave 
 Behold a bright light burning 
 Whenever be the seas so grave 
 For man and maid the tide is turning