Fools' Ship
Come away, fellow sailors, fellow sailors come away,
Your anchors be weighing.
Time and tide will admit no delaying.
Take a bouzy short leave of your nymphs on the shore,
And Silence their mourning
With vows of returning,
But never intending to visit them more.
No, never intending to visit them more.
No, never, no never, intending to visit them more.
