• Boats sail on stormy seas,
    Foamy seas,
    You told me seas,
    To listen to the patter of your soul,
    The one which is ever so cold,
    and bold,
    As bold as the brass that lines my ship,
    And as cold as the sweat that slips down my lip,
    Please don't rock or tip this ship,
    For it will be the end of us.