Nobody heard him, the dead
man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than
you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved
larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold
for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold
always
(Still the dead one lay
moaning)
I was much too far out all my
life
And not waving but drowning.