Burying a sailor.
o bury me not in the cold earth boys, o bury me not in the ground
bury me not with the old roots friends, nor the kings that forgotten laid crowned
bury me not with the worms lads, in a neat hole three by six
bury me not in a yard pals, nor a lonely tomb of mortar and bricks
Its the sea that I'll be free in comrades , under soft waves sleeping quiet and sound
o bury me not in the cold earth boys, o bury me not in the ground
song from one of my longer stories.
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