Three lonely merchants
In a sailing boat chant
Toward eastward all for merchandise
With a sure happy hope to paradise
Chanting a sailors song
From home and wealth
How they miss love and miss warmth
Between hostile thoughts came
Turbulent storm thrashing them to divers homes
One to the island east
Another to the westward west
The rest to the restless rest
Sinking bravely the tunnel
humming homeward a navy's hymn
We three sail and our merchant boat
Now all is gone and the boat
Parting in three a goodbye song
To end and slowly sing
Of lost to blame
Upon a gambling game
Whose own merchants and merchandise
That i return empty today to paradise
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