Curry Land

Lady you are my peace of mind
Were I to seek your par none I could find
You delicately went to curry land
And left a lonely man

Ah me yogi blue
He thought to himself as he sat before
His stocks and shares a dreadful bore
If I'm to live another happy day
I best make haste and be on my way
Oh me oh my

He at his desk did write and indicate
To lawyer friend and intimate
His lamentable grief did necessitate

The need for one swift bird to sail the ocean over
A sailing schooner was soon seen sailing
Swift and silent around the sound
Salutating seagulls heralding

The wondrous transport upon the wing
Twenty days from Goa they did espie
A wealthy merchant bound for Arabi-iy
Exchanging greetings

Had he heard the news
The Lady Hall had drowned
The price of Ninevah rose
Storms and tempests his shattered mind beset

Hurricanes of pains raged and tore
Truly drowned in grief he did repair
To haunted trinkets and gross despair
All in white neath shade in bamboo chair
Military discipline has replaced despair

Anchored in the bay of innocence
Is left a lonely man
Lonely through and through