The Sailors Grave - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE SAILORS GRAVE. 
Our bark was far, far from the land, When the fairest of our gallant band Grew deadly pale, and weaned away, Like the twilight of an Autumn-day, We had watched him through long hours of pain; Our cares were great, our hopes in vain: Death's stroke he gave no coward's alarm; But he smiled, and died in his messmates arms. 
We had no costly winding-sheet; We placed two round shots at his feet; He lays in his hammock, as snug and as sound As a king in his long shroud, marble-bound; We proudly decked his funeral vest With the Starry Flag upon his breast! We gave him this, as a badge of the brave, And then he was fit for a sailor's grave. 
Our voices broke, and hearts turned weak; Oft tears were seen on the brownest cheek; The quiver played on the lips of pride, As we lowered him down the ship's dark side; Then a splash and a plunge, and our task was o'er, And the billows rolled as they rolled before, And many wild prayers hallow'd the waves, And he sank beneath a sailor's grave.