I am not a merry man, Though one day, That be I can, When plan and partner, Come into barter, Together, As a package soon, In my prison, Oh full moon! 5 I have seen, Here I stay, Night and day. Here they are! Soon we will travel far, After we are in front, Of this bar. My lady must wait, By the gate, Oh how I hope she does, For the mold in my cell, Looks like fuzz. Cries me, "My heart calls me, To the sea, But in prison, There I be. Come back judge, Review my case! To get myself, Out of this place! And see again, My beauty's face."