While walking in wintry darkness
Through a window I did see
A harpy sweating in her boat
Rowing mightily
And then alas a second maiden
Pulling in full stride
An unexpected vision
That chilled the air outside
Avast ye playmate buccaneers
Galley maidens toiling at their oars
With hair tied tightly behind their ears
No doubt two salty whores
Alone among their brethren
Swarthy brothers of the coast
I saw these strumpets stroking
Of which I now do boast
Then suddenly it’s over
I must be getting back
The night air’s growing ever colder
As the boathouse fades to black
