The wind and the sand did batter us The rain and the spray did splatter us The hurricane warning Said to leave in the morning But we stayed one more day on Hatteras!
She's caught a poor cat and a bird, But she can't snare a man, so we've heard, It's the old maid's sad fate To lose out on a mate And take tea - but s-sh! not a word.
They're not from Ireland, I know, But you simply must see their show, Blow your mind to oblivion, This band they call Scythian, So on to Dayton, let's go!
Were the facts as bad as Jack feared? He'd come face-to-face with Blackbeard! But in a bad dream Things are not what they seem And he woke up and said, "Wasn't that weird!"