A wet grave
And an early one
Buried in mud
And not in stone
Sailors dead
Drowning deep
Sinking down
To Jones' ever-keep
They've sung of love
They've sung of wealth
And to 'emselves
They've sung their health
Now they're muted
Now they are gone
All that is left
Is dead flesh and bone
The jolly sailors
Sailed to their end
Joyful and bold
Their bones now bent