My dear care for a beer, come tell me your desires
If it is my time at sea it will be short you shall see
A lie and a truth what a little ruth
The blue waves call me out
My boat and shield bring me a battle field
My youngest upon mothers request shall you come and die you will lay among the fields
We will be at sea, a short time shall we never return
Trust me I love you and you shall receive our urin
That is all I wil call out, yet for her scilence is all she will ever hear
As our final crys fall on deaf ears.
