A keresés eredménye

Jungman Jansson

Heigh ho Seaman Jansson, now the morning breeze is starting
and the last night is forgotten and the Constance due to go.
Have you cried, with little Stina, kissed your mother's cheek in parting
have you emptied your last bottle, then sing heigh ho!
 
Heigh ho Seaman Jansson, are you worried that your young thing
will deceive you, yes deceive you and with other laddies go?
But as morning stars will twinkle I suppose your heart is thumping
turn your nose against the wind now and sing heigh ho!
 
Heigh ho Seaman Jansson, it may be your fate is waiting
not in women's clothes but among sharks which southern seas bestow?
Maybe death is hid in ambush behind corals sharp and scathing —
he is rough but he is honest, now sing heigh ho!
 
Maybe you will grow an old man on a farm in Alabama
while your aging temples sift the seeds which years slowly sow.
Maybe you will forget Stina for a dram in Yokohama —
that is careless but human, now sing heigh ho!