i stumbled down the harbor to the tavern on the squareand heard a raucous ruckus as it rangfrom some foul inebriatesthe men i used to call my mateswere lost in song and this is what they sang—they sang:"hey, hi, yo, hoo'er the atlantic we godrinking 'til we all get sickand comin' up with limericksbut we never quite remember how they end" ♫