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The Grey Ghost Of French Frigate Shoals
Harken seamen of her ghostly tale, From the men who've seen her Anchored in the moonlight pale. This beguiling apparition Appearing as a ship under sail, Beaconing in grey white dress. For a closer look she lures men To venture across the oceans' swell, Then crushes them to pieces, this temptress, Against her jagged piece of Hell. All hands lost, such innocent souls, By this rock shaped as a ship, They call, the Grey Ghost Of French Frigate Shoals. Wives please listen, pray tonight To Keep your men far from her sight. That they not be tempted To join those unforunate souls, Lost on the Grey Ghost Of French Frigate Shoals. |