Many Funerals
Bring along your tricks and trade
We will lie here
Here we lay
And though this ship is out to sea
I'm content to lie peacefully
Tall and agile, Seaside born
My parents death did I dear mourn
And brought about by ladies proud
Did raise I plucked and furrowed brow
And now we have no chances
We fill the empty caskets
And leave you with your tears
And now we take more chances
We all will take more chances
Before our lives end too
How could you have left us here?
You had friends, had us, good bye