Why thou pine for Penelope,
When Calypso, thy love, sings soulful notes?
In tune with weaving on her loom
‘Wine and dine’ and grieve not
As long as thou stay by me here
‘Tis too short to breathe long
Go and shake thy legs in midst of nubile gals
Forget the past around a blazing fire
High upon a hill top against the bay
At the mouth of a dark cave
Which go mesmerizing the passers-byTo die for a merry-go-round.