In the southern lands.
My father and mother,
My four brothers;
The wind played with them
On the deep;
The wave dashed them
Against the gunwale.
I myself had to wash,
I myself had to bury,
I myself had to handle
In the southern lands.
My father and mother,
My four brothers;
The wind played with them
On the deep;
The wave dashed them
Against the gunwale.
I myself had to wash,
I myself had to bury,
I myself had to handle