And then he warbled a tune,
As he swam about in the water bright,
All there in the light of the moon.
And he hollered to me his partin’ thanks,
And said: “I am outer my pain;
Good-bye! I’m off for the ’Foundland Banks;
Some day we shall meet again.”
Now when a year had passed I found
Myself in a Southern sea,
A-wrecked; for all on board were drowned,