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’.