THE ALBATROSS

It is an ancient mariner, who stoppeth one of three

He killed the blessed Albatross when he was out to sea

And the guilt it hangs around his neck, the same as you and me

Poor old sailor who shot the gentle bird

I don't know why he shot him, the silly gooney duck

But if you shoot an Albatross, you sure are out of luck

For forever ever after it will hang around your neck

Poor old sailor who shot the gentle bird

I also wear the Albatross, the bird of guilt I bear

I shafted my best buddy, in a moment of despair

And the guilt is always with me, in my dreams and everywhere

Poor old sailor who shot the gentle bird

But those that kill their thousands with Napalm in the street

They live a good respected life and sleep an easy sleep

They'd never shoot an Albatross, it isn't good to eat

Poor old sailor who shot the gentle bird

So never kill the gooney bird, or knife your loving kin

And never burn a single soul, make sure it's more than ten

And never do a stick up, but gouge the world of men

And leave bad dreams to sailors who kill the gentle bird

recorded by John and Tony

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