Crazy Jane reproved

I care not what the sailors say:

All those dreadful thunder-stones,

All that storm that blots the day

Can but show that Heaven yawns;

Great Europa played the fool

That changed a lover for a bull.

Fol de rol, fol de rol.

To round that shell's elaborate whorl,

Adorning every secret track

With the delicate mother-of-pearl,

Made the joints of Heaven crack:

So never hang your heart upon

A roaring, ranting journeyman.

Fol de rol, fol de rol.