Song of the Master and Boatswain

At Dirty Dick's and Sloppy Joe's
   We drank our liquor straight,
Some went upstairs with Margery,
   And some, alas, with Kate;
And two by two like cat and mouse
The homeless played at keeping house.

There Wealthy Meg, the Sailor's Friend,
   And Marion, cow-eyed,
Opened their arms to me but I
   Refused to step inside;
I was not looking for a cage
In which to mope my old age.

The nightingales are sobbing in
   The orchards of our mothers,
And hearts that we broke long ago
   Have long been breaking others;
Tears are round, the sea is deep:
Roll them overboard and sleep.