PATRIOTS OF THE HOLOCAUST
Welcome the most noble Patroit of Afri-coast
Coded by the uniqueness of his narrowed mind
Despising others in a sin which he sole partakes ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new moon,
With the old moon in her arms;
And I fear, I fear, my master dear!
We shall have a deadly storm.
Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence.