And he went forth one May morning to see what he could kill,
Sing blow away the morning dew, the dew, and the dew,
Blow away the morning dew; how sweet the winds do blow.” ...
Or,
“Quand le marin revient de guerre—
Tout doux—
Quand le marin revient de guerre—
Tout doux—
‘Tout mal chaussé, tout mal vêtu,
Pauvre marin! d’où reviens-tu?—