The Isle of Bust

Yonder there horizon
Be a booty vast and fair
Lest yer bretheren be a lyin'
You'd best get out of there
For 'twas no bucko nor a pirate
And no landlubber ne'er
Poor ol' Cortez was told to try it
And he once was what was near
Yule feed the fish fore'er
Should your deadlights go astray
Not even Davy Jones could kiss
The gunner's daughter in that way
Me hearties, be a listenin'!
And give me all yer trust!
Belay yer thoughts aft' the wench
Amongst the Isle of Bust.