A Ship-Hands Woe

 Ahoy, aho,

No place to go

To escape the cold.

Were I bravely bold

I would leave this wheel

To go to peel

The ice from my hands.

Ahoy, aho,

No place to go

To escape the cold.

Off to foreign lands

With the promise of the sun,

A story I was sold - 

I would have gladly not begun

If I knew the way was cold.

Ahoy, aho,

No place to go

To escape the cold.

We are still so far

From our glorious star

That visions of those

Hot sold shores

Lie buried under iced up pors.

Ahoy, aho,

No place to go

To escape the cold.