“Why be a word spoken wearing a shroud
Of worries liv’ng a stranger in your home
Shun being vexed e’er like a beetle browed
Make it right and beat it over the foam
Where old timers’ll be waiting at the shore
To welcome and love you forever more
Your pals who upon your departure wept
Were stunned at the reason for which you left
Cleaving the dreadful billows you have cleft
To the old world where you are worried now
A stranger in your home; 0 friend! but how
A man like you would yield to what’s in-ept”
Go back your pals ’11 be waiting at the shore
To welcome and love you forever more”