Sank a Palace

 

Sank a palace by the sea when my ship went down.
Friends whose hearts were gold to me,
Gifts that n’er again can be
'Neath the water brown.

Oh, there you lie old ship today,
'Neath the sand bars stiff and gray,
You who proudly sailed away
To another town.

Now the ocean's bitter cup leaves
Behind your trembling lips;
Now on deathly woes you look up
And your humbled pride from disasters grips.

Ruined nets around you weave,
But I have no time to grieve
I will promptly I believe
Build another ship.