Tempest Tossed

Tempest Tossed
A lonesome sailor curious be
Upon the misty alluring seas
A seagull nowhere in his sight
No ships have passed throughout the night
The lonely sailor hears a sound
Enchantment be known for miles around
A song he hears o'er clashing waves
The sirens would sing him to his grave
His boat was sinking quickly down
But there be mighty thunderclouds
The sirens briskly swam away
He lived to tell his tale today
So when ye be a curious lad
Stray not alone though you be mad
When ye sail the misty seas
Beware for there the sirens be