We wanted our due and thought it not funny
That some fool had left our cash buried in ice
Without our modest wages we could only eat rice
The men despaired doubting their pays existence
I remained calm awaiting my crews enrichment
For under a gnarled tree in a frozen forest
Were thousands of dollars fulfilling my promise
So I dug up the folding without a second glance
Then preceded to wave the money about like a silly fan
The others crowded around and the loud roaring began
Our pockets transformed our spirits blurred drunk
We burned through cash faster than our ship would be sunk
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