Challenge Submission Mariner's Depth

[Jacket]

Come now, and hark ye well lad
For I'll tell ye all the jolly to be had
In the blue-black halls
of Mariner's Depth.

The maids serene,
with their seashell wreathes,
sing for ye to part

From ye home of solid ground
To join them in their brightly halls
burrowed beneath the sound.

Ye will dream such brightly dreams
in the lulls and pulls of the seams,
which will drag ye sweetly down.

Down,

Down,

Burrowed beneath the rushing sound,

The maids serene,
with their seashell wreathes,
sing for ye to part.