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.