Let all good men see
the small dogs they used to be
' Sea swallow them up
' Clouds come together.
Great gray lightening strikes down
' ungrateful vessels.
Creaking though young and,
before the voyage of time
'moves the painted hulls
Leaves only nailed boards.
The sketch'ed skeleton of,
my nagging damsel.
My dear dreaded storm;
My pride, my bride, my dog died.
Thank you Heaven... This time
Calm makes us forget.
Laughter makes us enjoy it.
' Good men miss their dogs.
Let all good men see
the small dogs they used to be
'Before the' Sea swallow them up
'The' Clouds come together.
Great gray lightening strikes down
'On our' ungrateful vessels.
Creaking though young and,
before the voyage of time
're'moves the painted hulls
Leaves only nailed boards.
The sketch'ed skeleton of,
my nagging damsel.
My dear dreaded storm;
My pride, my bride, my dog died.
Thank you Heaven... This time
Calm makes us forget.
Laughter makes us enjoy it.
'Only' Good men miss their dogs.