As he lay in the light of the moon.
And I said to him, “Matey, just confess
What all of this row’s about,
And what was it got you into this mess,
And how can I get you out?”
Then this man he opened his eyes so wide:
“No more do I ask of thee
Than to carry me down to the water’s side,
And chuck me right into the sea.”
And I says, “ ’Tis a singular thing to ask,