Fresh Young Meat:
"Now look at you, so fair and new,
Miss Mable finds you pretty.
It would be lame to not play her game.
Please tangle with this kitty.
Perhaps you're sad, young pretty lad,
You lost your crew to heathens.
But as Mable dare say
there's still time in her day
to kill one more pretty young seaman."
Miss Mable the Whore:
"One... two... three... four...
Miss Mable is a dirty whore!
Five... six... sev'n... eight...
this pain is so immaculate!
nine... ten... 'lev'n... twelve
Don't make Miss Mable whip herself!
Thirteen... 'Oh, please!!', Miss Mable sings,
it makes her wet to feel the stings."
Mable's Bloody Hour Song:
Bring the dog before the crew
and let Miss Mable's claws cut true.
She'll peel his flesh and break his bones,
deriving pleasure from his moans.
The smell of blood, her desperate wish,
then toss him out to feed the fish.
Food and Drink Songs:
Hardtack's too bitter to be good,
Miss Mable'd rather chew on wood.
Oranges sour taste like shit
one more maggot and she'll quit!
If only she had salmon sweet
and never food that tastes like peat.