And paid old Jack, the ship had gone
Down to the bottom of the sea.
Above the wreck the sad sea breaks,
And many a pitying moonlight streams;
And o'er the yeasty water flakes
The snow-white sea-gull, sliding screams.
If any goods be wash'd ashore,
Or cash—if any cash be found—
To us, and not to Jack, restore:
But then—you cannot; we were drowned.