The Flying Dutchman (Revised)

In the hot and gloomy galley on the Dutchman one dark night
When from a stiff nor'wester we had been in hurried flight
Like an infant in his cradle rocked, the cook was fast asleep
While peacefully we ploughed along the bosem of the deep

All at once our cook he gave a shout of terror and fear
As if he had just heard about some sudden danger near
We listened most intently and soon we all had heard
The ghastly ghostly cackle of a disembodied bird

Let out the flowing canvas, now, Van Dyck he loud did cry
For this to our ship's company great terror does betide
I'd rather that the billows toss, or all my topsmen sicken
Then hear again this dreadful cry, the ghostly ghastly chicken

On sped the Flying Dutchmen, cutting through the hissing spray
Pursued as if by tempest by that loud and cackling bray
And though the ship it sped along as if by tempest blown
Still faster came the ghostly sound, just like a rooster crowin'

Morn the Flying Dutchman, morn, for horrible it's doom
The ocean round the stormy Cape forever is its tomb
They must now eternal sail, but not for the cause of sin
Rather 'tis due to the captain's fear of the ghostly ghastly chicken.