The Robert McKenzie

Thirty two men down
On the Robert McKenzie,
Thirty two men drown
Splashing in a frenzy.

One year on and no bodies found
Yet somebody has let slip,
In the night they heard a sound
It was the McKenzie ghost ship.

Passing through the night
Without the sign of a crew,
Illuminated with bright light
The McKenzie's aiming for you.

Wailing, screaming, gunfire too
Then the McKenzie was gone,
Our hull it passed right through
Damage to our ship...NONE