The Klabautermann - Paddy Goes to Holyhead, Mark Patrick

I always will remember my calling destiny

A green recruit, a Seabee suit

A ship called Annie B

One night I had a dream

A voice whispering my name

A funny little man appeared

Out of the dark he came

He said that he was hungry

My bread with him I shared

«Beware!», he told me thankfully, «your vessel needs repair!

A storm is rising out at sea

Your ship cannot contend

Listen when I knock-knock-knock:

The hull you need to mend!

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They call me the Klabautermann

A few have seen my face

I come from Northern Germany

My warning do embrace

I sail the seven seas

Providing your security

Remember: When a storm appears

You’ll need a man like me

I told the Captain of my dream:

«The hull it must be checked!»

He didn’t heed my warning, shouting:

«Sailor, scrub the deck!»

I tried to warn the crew

But into jail then I was cast

«Another tale like that

And you’ll be hanging from the mast!»

In Tripoli we landed

And I was banned from board

The Annie B., she sailed

And left me standing on the shore

Out on the horizon rolling clouds of black and grey

And every time I think of her

I still can hear him say