Glass reflects and compels your gaze

Upon the sea it smooths, it calms and seems to laze

The sunlight shimmers, with the slightest breathy exhales

And glitters to dazzle with stiffening regales.

Oh come sailing and dance upon me the seas entreat,

Tomorrow, or maybe next week – not next month for I’ll be glum

The bright shiny days beg me to hasten

To ready the stores but don’t forget the rum

Come away with me my love – times awastin’.