Sobs out her soul on the beach Mo-mo-iki.
A tale this wrung from my heart,
Not told by the tongue of man.
Wrong! yet right, was I, my friend;
My love after all was for you,
While I lived a vagabond life there and here,
Sowing my vagrom tears in all roads—
Prompt my payment of debt to your house—
Yes, truly, I’m wrong!