Song Of The Master And Boatswain

At Dirty Dick's and Sloppy Joe's

We drank our liquor straight,

Some went upstairs with Margery,

And some, alas, with Kate;

And two by two like cat and mouse

The homeless played at keeping house.

There Wealthy Meg, the Sailor's Friend,

And Marion, cow-eyed,

Opened their arms to me but I

Refused to step inside;

I was not looking for a cage

In which to mope my old age.

The nightingales are sobbing in

The orchards of our mothers,

And hearts that we broke long ago

Have long been breaking others;

Tears are round, the sea is deep:

Roll them overboard and sleep.