Four score years, living down in this rainswept town. Sea salt tears, swimming 'round as the rain comes down. . Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?.
All rise for the commandant as he addresses from the promenade, hold tight!. We were having such a fine time. We were covered in a sweet rime, all right!.
Here arise and say it's a honey (?). All this light that daybreak brings. And the ancient bands that brung me. Till the bad where you sleeping safe. .