The three dead men — Los tres Muertos

There was a pause—when some one merrily
Struck up a song which all have known of old;
How Billy Taylor’s sweetheart went to sea,
And how she fought in an engagement bold:
And as the talk ran on of female sailors
Who’ve gone to sea in men-of-war, or whalers,
Until I spoke and said: “I know a lay
About a Spanish lady, old lang syne,
Who, as a sailor, wished to sail away—
The words are by another and not mine:”