To read the book of the SeaI started my life as a sailorI traveled in a ship named titanicWhich I never knew, at the end, would wreckI saw all kinds of people, young and oldAnd the rich people dressed in emery and goldTo the view I could reach, I seeA tiny dot, the head of the harborI saw a baby boy cry so highWhich startled a brown-bearded guyI went to the deck to look belowTo view how beautiful