Sleep while you may
On a hammock strong
Swing, swing you near
And higher a bit
Let your mind get lulled
By this lullaby I sing
Just for you and many children
whose parents are not me,
they have left home early
to make money
For if they stay
you're hunger will linger.
Breathe the soft brine wind
coming on shore
While the sea lasts
Our hopes as well.
Sleep, sleep my dear.
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