"Andrew! Laddie!"—Death don't answer.
"Tom, old pal!" the faintest sigh,
"Left me all alone then, have ye?
Well I don't intend to die!"
Then he thought of home and children,
Back came mirrored waves of sin!
One lone man midst dead and dying,
Felt the water rushing in!
One hand on the oar to steer her,
One hand free to hoist the sail,